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THE 


gtofttoilt  (Colkrtinn 


OF 


HYMNS   AND    SONGS 


FOR  THE  USE  OF 


PRACTICAL  CHRISTIANS. 


I  will  sing  with   the  spirit,  and   I  will  sing  with  the 
understanding  a/so." — 1  Cor.  14  :  J 5. 


COMPILED  BY  ADL\  BALLOU, 


HOPEDALE,  MASS 

M  DCCC  XLIX. 


HOPEDALE      PRESS, 
A.  A.    BALLOU  PRINTER. 


PREFACE. 


This  compilation  is  defective  in  quantity,  quali- 
ty, adaptation  and  execution.  But  it  is  the  best  I 
could  prepare  under  the  circumstances.  A  few- 
years  hence  it  will  probably  be  revised,  enlarged, 
and  in  various  respects  improved.  I  needed  more 
critical  ability,  leisure  and  money,  in  order  to  bring 
the  work  out  in  a  style  accordant  with  my  ideal. 
But  considering  how  necessary  something  of  the 
kind  had  become  to  the  friends  of  Practical  Chris- 
tianity, and  how  long  they  must,  in  all  likelihood, 
wait  for  a  better  Hymn  Book,  I  did  not  feel  at  lib- 
erty to  delay  its  preparation.  It  has  its  merits, 
whatever  its  defects,  and  will  be  useful  in  its  place. 

1  found  it  so  difficult  to  trace  out  the  authorship 
of  many  hymns,  that  a  considerable  number  are 
left  uncredited.  It  has  been  equally  difficult  to 
give  the  pure  original  text  of  those  which  are 
credited.  Many  variations  and  supposed  improve- 
ments have  crept  into  hymns  of  the  best  authors. 
The  original  is  nearly  always  deteriorated  by  these 
A* 


alterations.  And  yet,  in  a  very  few  instances,  I, 
myself,  have  taken  this  objectionable  liberty,  in 
order  to  secure  a  closer  adaptation  of  expression 
to  particular  cases.  In  abbreviating,  by  the  omis- 
sion of  stanzas,  I  have  taken  still  greater  liberties 
without  compunction.  The  hymns  of  this  Col- 
lection, with  a  few  exceptions,  are  comparatively 
short.  Such  are  generally  more  acceptable  in  the 
present  day,  both  to  singers  and  listeners.  But  it 
is  unnecessary  to  multiply  words.  All  who  par- 
take in  the  spirit  of  Practical  Christian  reform  and 
progress  will  gladly  accept  this  humble  production, 
with  a  generous  allowance  for  its  imperfections, 
until  time  and  circumstances  shall  bring  forth 
another  of  higher  excellence. 

A.  B 

MlLFORD,   (HoPEDALE,)   Ms.,  JUNE,  1840. 


ERRATA. 

Several  errors  have  escaped  detection,  notwith- 
standing much  care  in  proof-reading.  Most  of 
them,  however,  will  readily  suggest  their  own  cor- 
rection. But  there  is  one  in  the  244th  Hymn,  3d 
Stanza,  last  Line,  which  greatly  mars  the  sense. 
The  line  erroneously  reads,  "  Be  free  and  warm 
as  summer  weather."  It  should  read,  "  Be  free  as 
warmth  of  summer  weather." 


INDEX   OF   FIRST   LINES. 


HYMN. 

A  voice  from  the  desert  comes  awful  and  shrill,  32 

And  is  the  gospel  peace  and  love,  79 

Awake,  my  soul!  stretch  every  nerve,  80 

Awake,  my  soul!   lift  up  thine  eye3,  SI 

Am  I  an  Israelite  indeed,  86 

As  body  when  the  soul  has  fled,  88 

Astonished  and  distressed,  121 

Awake,  our  noblest  powers,  to  bless,  147 

A  vision  opens  on  my  eye,  173 

Alas!  how  many  boldly  mock,  222 

All  men  are  equal  in  their  birth,  253 

A  Christian!  who  deserves  the  name,  265 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  Cross,  271 

At  anchor  laid,  remote  from  home,  297 

All  hail!  ye  friends  assembled,  304 

Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne,  1 

Behold  my  servant;  see  him  rise,  33 

Behold  the  royal  stem,  37 

Behold,  where  in  a  mortal  form,  38 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow,  55 

Blest  Instructor,  from  thy  ways,  66 

Be  it  my  only  wisdom  here,  82 

Blest  are  the  meek,  he  said,  99 

Blest  are  the  humble  souls  that  see,  101 

Blest  is  the  man  whose  tender  heart,  105 

Breathe,  Father,  through  my  s6ul,  109 


INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES. 

HYMN. 

Blest  is  the  man  whose  tender  care,  117 

Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God,  144 

Be  firm  and  he  faithful ;  desert  not  the  right,  274 

Brethren,  beloved  for  Jesus'  sake,  292 

Come,  we  that  love  the  Lord,  6 

Christ,  whose  glory  fills  the  skies,  42 

Come,  sinners,  saith  the  mighty  God,  50 

Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  wretched,  51 

Come!  said  Jesus'  sacred  voice,  54 

Chide  mildly  the  erring,  114 

Can  we  forget  the  gloomy  time,  177 

Christian  mother,  when  thy  prayer,  215 

Check  at  their  fountain  head,  239 

Come,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing,  295 

Dear  Redeemer!  in  thy  name,  26'8 

Duty  points  with  out-stretched  fingers,  273 

Death!  what  is  that  which  we  call  death,  280 

Dear  Lord!  since  we  must  part,  310 

Early,  my  God,  without  delay,  8 

Eternal  Source  of  life  and  light,  29 

Eternal  Father!  thou  hast  made,  213 

Father  of  Spirits!  Nature's  God,  9 

Father,  adored  in  worlds  above,  23 

Far  from  thy  fold,  O  God,  my  feet,  63 

Forgive  us,  for  thy  mercy's  sake,  67 

Father  of  Mercies,  send  thy  grace,  106 

Full  often  to  our  God  we  pray,  115 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies,  156 

Father,  is  not  thy  promise  sure,  162 

Forbear  that  treacherous  sword,  221 

Fear  ye  not  the  face  of  clay,  272 

Fear  not,  brethren,  joyful  stand,  299 


INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES. 

HYMN. 

For  a  season  called  to  part,  307 

Farewell,  dear  friends,  we  soon  must  part,  315 

Farewell,  my  dear  brethren,  the  time  is  at  hand,  316 

Great  God!  in  vain  man's  narrow  view,  17 

Go  to  dark  Gethsemane,  46 

God  of  mercy,  God  of  love,  66 

God's  perfect  law  converts  the  soul,  7S 

Give  as  God  hath  given  thee,  112 

(to  to  thy  brother,  now  feeble  and  low,  116 

God  is  a  spirit,  just  and  wise,  126 

Great  Source  of  life  and  light,  136 

Give  to  our  God  immortal  praise,  141 

Great  is  the  Lord!  our  souls  adore,  152 

God  shall  be  all  in  all,  157 

God  of  our  fathers,  'tis  thy  hand,  188 

Glory  to  God,  and  peace  to  men,  230 

Gently,  Lord,  O  gently  lead  us,  296 

How  perfect  is  thy  word,  13 

Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord,  21 

Hark!  what  mean  those  holy  voices,  34 

Hark!  the  glad  sound,  the  Savior  comes,  35 

How  beauteous  were  the  marks  divine,  49 

How  happy  is  he  born  or  taught,  84 

Had  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews,  89 

Happy  the  man,  whose  cautious  steps,       /  97 

Happy  the  meek,  whose  gentle  breast,  104 

How  beauteous  are  their  feet,  146 

Happy  the  man  whose  hopes  divine,  153 

Hosannas,  Lord,  to  thee  we  sing,  182 

Hark,  hark,  the  sweet  music  that  sounds,  185 

Hark,  the  voice  of  choral  song,  189 

Hark!  a  voice  from  heaven  proclaiming,  200 

Hark!  hark!  the  clank  of  fetters,  201 


INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES. 

HYMN. 

Hear  ye  not  the  voice  of  anguish,  209 

How  brightly  they  lie,  on  the  ocean's  deep  surge,  211 

How  long  shall  Afric's  sons,  214 

How  glad  was  the  anthem  the  bright  angels  sung,  240 

How  pleasing,  Lord,  to  see,  246 

How  pleasant  't  is  to  see,  248 

Holy  and  bright,  in  truth  and  light,  256 

Hush  the  loud  cannon's  roar,  258 

How  long,  O  Lord,  how  long,  263 

How  gracious  and  how  wise,  282 

How  blest  the  sacred  tie  that  binds,  302 

Ho,  all  ye  that  bloom  in  the  morning  of  life,  303* 

Hail,  sweetest,  dearest  tie  that  binds,  309 

In  all  my  vast  concerns  with  thee,  10 

If  high  or  low  our  station  be,  93 

Is  there  ambition  in  my  heart,  100 

I  hear  a  voice  of  woe,  109 

I  want  a  sober  mind,  125 

I  want  the  spirit  of  power  within,  132 

I  want  a  principle  within,  133 

I've  thrown  the  bowl  aside,  190 

It  is  falling!  it  is  falling,  196 

In  the  Southern  cane-brakes  wailing,  199 

I  pity  the  slave-mother,  care-worn  and  weary,  202 

In  sweet  Southern  vales,  203 

I  hate  that  drum's  discordant  sound,  232 

In  strong  fraternal  ties,  259 

In  the  past,  the  age  of  iron,  266 

I  would  not  live  alway,  287 

Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  Sun,  36 

Jesus!  exalted  far  on  high,  40 

Jesus,  and  can  it  ever  be,  47 

Jesus,  the  friend  of  sinners,  calls,  60 

Jesus!  I  love  thy  charming  name,  145 


INDEX    OF     FIRST    LINES. 

HYMN. 
«J°}'>  J°y  to  the  world,  for  the  sword  shall  be  broken,       223 

Join  us,  in  one  spirit  join,  249 

Lo,  God  is  here!  let  us  adore.  2 

Lo,  my  Shepherd's  hand  divine,  19 

Love  divine,  all  love  excelling,  26 

Let  every  mortal  ear  attend,  53 

Lord,  thou  hast  won,  at  length  I  yield,  76 

Lord,  who's  the  happy  man  that  may,  85 

Lord,  what  offering  shall  we  bring,  90 

Let  Pharisees  of  high  esteem,  94 

Let  men  of  high  conceit  and  zeal,  111 

Lord,  I  believe  a  rest  remains,  134 

Lord,  let  the  gospel  tidings  spread,  160 

Lo,  what  a  glorious  sight  appears,  161 

Look  not  upon  the  sparkling  wine,  181 

Let  Mammon  hold,  while  Mammon  can,  195 

Lord,  send  thy  word,  and  let  it  run,  228 

Let  warriors  tremble,  when  they  dare,  236 

Lo!  shameless  on  each  vessel's  deck,  237 

Let  selfishness  no  more,  247 

Lord,  subdue  our  selfish  will,  250 

Labor  fearless,  laber  faithful,  277 

Life  is  a  span,  a  fleeting  hour,  285 

Lord,  give  me  a  place  with  the  humblest  of  saints,  301 

Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thv  blessing,  305 

Lord,  now  we  part  in  thv  blest  name,  306 

Lord,  behold  us  now  retiring,  314 

My  soul  shall  praise  thee,  O,  my  God,  11 

My  God,  permit  my  tongue,  27 

My  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord,  39 

Must  I  my  faith  in  Jesus  constant  show,  118 

My  soul  lies  cleaving  to  the  dust,  119 

My  God,  my  life,  my  love,  128 


INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES. 

HYMN. 

My  fleshly  lusts  I  hate,  130 

My  God!  permit  me  not  to  be,  131 

My  soul,  praise  the  Lord,  138 

My  Maker  and  my  King,  143 

Mark  the  soft  falling  snow,  159 

May  every  year  but  draw  more  near,  255 

My  soul,  awake,  stretch  every  nerve,  270 

My  soul,  repeat  his  praise,  283 

'Mid  scenes  of  confusion  and  creature  complaints,  300 

May  the  grace  of  Christ  o'erflowing,  311 

Now  see  the  rebel  raise  his  eyes,  61 

No  sound  of  deadly  strife,  171 

Non-Resistants,  raise  the  standard,  219 

No  warlike  sounds  awoke  the  night, ,  225 

No  war  nor  battle's  sound,  227 
Night  spread  her  starless  robe  around,                            .    238 

Not  individual  souls  alone,  242 

Not  with  the  flashing  steel,  257 

No  field  of  victory  won,  260 

Naked  as  from  the  earth  we  came,  288 

One  prayer  I  have — all  prayers  in  one,  12 

O  God,  our  strength,  to  thee  the  song,  15 

O,  could  I  come  to  thee,  my  God,  22 

O,  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways,  28 

O  thou,  who  hast  at  thy  command,  30 

One  there  is  above  all  others,  43 

O,  what  amazing  words  of  grace,  58 

O  thou,  whose  tender  mercy  hears,  64 

O  God  of  grace,  we  come  to  thee,  69 

O,  blessed  souls  are  they,  .  71 

O  cease,  my  wandering  soul,  77 

O,  what  a  lovelv  thing  to  see,  103 

O  God,  our  Father  and  our  King,  108 


INDEX    OF     FIRST    LINES. 

HYMN. 

O,  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways,  120 

O  Lord,  our  scanty  faith  we  mourn,  123 

O,  for  a  closer  walk  with  God,  124 

O  cease,  my  wandering  soul,  135 

O  Lord,  our  heavenly  King,  140 

O,  for  a  shout  of  sacred  joy,  143 

O,  praise  ye  the  Lord,  154 

O'er  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness,  164 

O  Lord,  eur  God,  arise,  165 

O'er  mountain  tops  the  mount  of  God,  167 

Oh!  shun  the  bowl,  when  rich  delight,  178 

O,  treat  the  drunkard  kindly,  184 

Oppression  shall  not  always  reign,  194 
O,  deep  was  the  anguish  of  the  slave-mother's  heart,      205 

O,  weep,  ye  friends  of  freedom,  weep,  207 

O  Lord,  whose  forming  hand  one  blood,  216 

Onward,  though  the  world's  impeding,  254 

O,  may  the  day,  the  blissful  day,  261 

O,  thou  blest  Comforter!  pure  Spirit,  hear,  262 

O,  list  to  His  words,  they  are  treasures  of  love,  264 

Onward,  through  the  mists  of  error,  269 

O,  weary  not,  O,  weary  not,  276 

O,  resignation,  heavenly  power,  281 

O,  Love  divine,  how  sweet  thou  art,  298 

Once  more,  O  Lord,  let  grateful  praise,  308 

Praise,  O,  praise  the  name  divine,  24 

Praise  for  the  glorious  light,  186 

Pillows  wet  with  tears  of  anguish,  191 

Peace!  the  welcome  sound,  proclaim,  226 
Poor  victims  of  war  that  by  millions  have  perished,         233 

Peace  was  the  song  the  angels  sung,  235 

Peace!  peace!  thou  raging  sea,  241 

Peace  be  to  this  congregation,  312 

Pilgrims,  with  pleasure  let  us  part,  313 


INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES. 

HYMN. 

Rise,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings,  31 

Return,  O  wanderer — now  return,  59 

Return,  my  soul,  unto  thy  rest,  70 

Return,  my  roving  heart,  return,  74 

Renew  me,  O  my  God,  within,  122 

Roll  on,  O  Lord,  the  latter  day,  158 

Rise,  crowned  with  light,  imperial  Salem,  rise,  172 

Searcher  of  hearts,  to  Thee  are  known,  7 

Songs  of  immortal  praise,  14 

Shall  he  our  teacher  be,  44 

Show  pity,  Lord;  O  Lord,  forgive,  68 

So  let  our  lips  and  lives  express,  91 

Sovereign  Ruler  of  the  skies,  142 

Sovereign  of  worlds  above,  166 

Soon  may  the  last  glad  song  arise,  169 

Stay,  mortal,  stay!  nor  heedless  thus,  1S7 

Shall  kidnapped  Afric's  race,  197 

Shall  suffering  bondmen  be  forgot,  204 

Shall  tyranny  and  wealth,  251 

The  heaven  of  heavens  cannot  contain,  3 

Through  all  the  various  shifting  scene,  16 

The  Lord  is  my  Shepherd,  no  want,  18 

The  God  who  reigns  alone,  20 

Thou  art  the  Way,  to  Thee  alone,  41 

Think  not  the  Prince  of  Peace,  45 

The  law  by  Moses  came,  48 

The  Spirit  in  our  hearts,  57 

The  Prodigal,  with  streaming  eyes,  62 

Thou  Lord  of  all  above,  72 

Times  without  number  have  I  prayed,  73 

This  world  is  not  a  fleeting  show,  83 

This  is  the  first  and  great  command,  87 

Th'  uplifted  eye,  and  bended  knee,  92 


INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES. 

HYM\, 

Thus  saith  the  first,  the  great  command,  95 

Thus  saith  the  high  and  lofty  one,  102 

The  man  of  charity  extends,  107 

Thou  art  my  portion,  O  my  God,  129 

To  God,  the  only  wise,  139 

To  our  Almighty  Maker,  God,  149 

To  God,  the  mighty  Lord,  150 

Thy  name,  Almighty  Lord,  155 

Though  now  the  nations  sit  beneath,  163 

The  morn  of  peace  is  beaming,  174 

The  reign  of  love  is  hastening,  175 

There's  a  good  time  coming,  176 

There  came  for  the  Pledge,  179 

Take  back  the  bowl,  180 

Touch  not  the  cup,  it  is  death  to  thy  soul,  192 

'  'Tis  but  a  drop,'  the  father  said,  193 

The  happy  day  is  dawning,                               ,  198 

The  fetters  galled  my  weary  soul,                     .  206 

The  hour  of  freedom!  come  it  must,  210 

The  bondmen  are  free  in  the  Isles  of  the  main,  212 

To  Freedom's  cause,  the  cause  of  truth,  217 

There  is  an  armor  from  above,  224 

The  angels  sung  o'er  Judah's  plain,  229 

Toiling  in  the  earthly  vineyard,  275 

There  is  a  place  of  waveless  rest,  284 

There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest,  291 

The  Lord  into  his  garden  comes,  294 

Wherewith  shall  I  approach  the  Lord,  4 

Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest,  5 

While  thee  I  seek  protecting  Power,  25 

When  shall  thy  love  constrain,  75 

Who  is  thy  neighbor  ?  he  whom  thou,  96 

Wherefore  should  man,  frail  child  of  clay,  98 

Why  should  I  pause,  when  at  my  door,  113 


INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES. 

HYMN. 

Whene'er  to  call  the  Savior  mine,  127 

When  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God,  137 

With  all  my  powers  of  heart  and  tongue,  151 

When  shall  the  voice  of  singing,  168 

Wake  the  song  of  Jubilee,  170 

When  Israel's  God  in  his  anger  had  spoken,  183 

What  mean  ye  that  ye  bruise  and  bind,  208 

When  first  the  Non-Resistant  name,  218 

When  brutish  men  against  you  rise,  220 

Whence  come  your  wars,  frail  worms  of  dust,  234 

While  thousands  move  with  aching  head,  243 

What  might  be  done,  if  men  were  wise,  244 

What  though  the  crowds  who  shout  the  word,  245 

What  though  the  martyr  die  in  flame,  267 

Waking  every  morn  to  duty,  279 

"Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends,  2S6 

Why  weep  for  those,  frail  child  of  woe,  289 

We  know  thou  hast  gone  to  the  home  of  thy  rest,  290 

Where  two  or  three  together  meet,  293 

Ye  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor,  52 

Ye  dying  sons  of  men,  56 

Years  are  coming — speed  them  onward,  231 

Ye  speak  of  independence,  252 

Ye  working  men  of  power,  278 


HYMNS  AND  SONGS, 


1. 


DEVOTIONAL. 


L.  M.  W 


AT  J 


I    Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
Ye  nations  bow  with  sacred  joy  5 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone ; 
He  can  create  and  he  destroy. 

*2  We  are  his  people,  we  his  care, 
Our  souls  and  all  our  mortal  frame  : 
What  lasting  honors  shall  we  rear, 
Almighty  Maker,  to  thy  name? 

3  We'll  crowd  thy  gates  with  thankful  songs ; 
High  as  the  heavens  our  voices  raise ; 
And  earth,  with  her  ten  thousand  tongues, 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  sounding  praise. 

4  Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command, 
Vast  as  eternity  thy  love  ; 

Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  shall  stand, 
When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move. 
1 


DEVOTIONAL. 


± 


3. 


L.  M.         Salisbury   Col 


J   Lo,  God  is  here !  let  us  adore, 
And  humbly  bow  before  his  face  : 
Let  all  within  us  feel  his  power, 
Let  all  within  us  seek  his  grace. 

'2  Lo,  God  is  here  !  Him  day  and  night 
United  choirs  of  angels  sing  : 
To  him,  enthroned  above  all  height, 
Heaven's  host  their  noblest  homage  bring. 

.\  Being  of  beings!  may  our  praise 

Thy  courts  with  grateful  fragrance  fill  ; 
Still  may  we  stand  before  thy  face, 
Still  hear  and  do  thy  sovereign  will. 


C.  M.  Drennan. 

]   The  heaven  of  heavens  cannot  contain 
The  universal  Lord  ; 
Yet  he  in  humble  hearts  will  deign 
To  dwell  and  be  adored. 

•2  Where'er  ascends  the  sacrifice 
Of  fervent  praise  and  prayer, 
Or  on  the  earth,  or  in  the  skies, 
The  God  of  heaven  is  there. 

:5  His  presence  is  diffused  abroad, 

Through  realms,  through  worlds  unknown 
Who  seek  the  mercies  of  our  God 
Are  ever  near  his  throne. 


DEVOTIONAL. 


4.  C.  Iff.  Brown 

1  Wherewith  shall  I  approach  the  Lord, 

And  bow  before  his  throne  ? 
Oh  !  how  procure  his  kind  regard, 
And  for  my  guilt  atone? 

2  Shall  altars  flame,  and  victims  bleed, 

And  spicy  fumes  ascend  ? 
Will  these  my  earnest  wish  succeed, 
And  make  my  God  my  friend? 

3  O  no,  my  soul  !  'twere  fruitless  all ; 

Such  offerings  are  vain  : 
No  fatlings  from  the  field  or  stall 
His  favor  can  obtain. 

4  To  men  their  rights  I  must  allow, 

And  proofs  of  kindness  give; 
To  God  with  humble  reverence  bow, 
And  to  his  glory  live. 

>  Hands  that  are  clean,  and  hearts  sincere, 
He  never  will  despise  ; 
And  cheerful  duty  he'll  prefer 
To  costly  sacrifice. 


5.  S.  M.  Watts, 

1  Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest, 

That  saw  the  Lord  arise ; 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast, 
And  these  rejoicing  eyes  ! 

2  The  King  himself  comes  near, 

And  feasts  his  saints  to-day  ; 
Here  we  may  sit,  and  see  him  here, 
And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 
l* 


DEVOTIONAL. 

3  One  day  amidst  the  place 

Where  my  dear  Lord  hath  been. 
Is  sweeter  than  ten  thousand  days 
Of  pleasurable  sin. 

4  My  willing  soul  would  stay 

In  such  a  frame  as  this; 
And  sit  and  sing  herself  away 
To  everlasting;  bliss. 


6.  S.  M.  Watts. 

1  Come  we  that  love  the  Lord, 
And  let  our  joys  be  known  : 
Join  in  a  song  of  sweet  accord, 
And  thus  surround  his  throne. 


2  The  sorrows  of  the  mind 

Be  banished  from  the  place  : 
Religion  never  was  designed 
To  make  our  pleasures  less. 

3  The  men  of  grace  have  found 

Glory  begun  below ; 
Celestial  fruits,  on  earthly  ground, 
From  faith  and  hope  may  grow. 

4  Then  let  our  songs  abound, 

And  every  tear  be  dry  : 
We're  marching  through  lmmanuel's  ground. 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 


7. 


L.  M.  6  l.  Mont 


1    Searcher  of  hearts,  to  thee  are  known 
The  inmost  secrets  of  my  breast; 
At  home,  abroad,  in  crowds,  alone, 


DEVOTIONAL. 

Thou  mark'st  my  rising  and  my  rest, 
My  thoughts  far  off  through  every  maze, 
Source,  stream  and  issue, — all  my  ways. 

2  How  from  thy  presence  should  I  go, 
Or  whither  from  thy  spirit  flee, 
Since  all  above,  around,  below, 
Exist  in  thine  immensity  ? 

If  up  to  heaven  I  take  my  way, 
I  meet  thee  in  eternal  day  ; 

3  If  in  the  grave  I  make  my  bed 

With  worms  and  dust,  lo,  thou  art  there  ; 
If,  on  the  wings  of  morning  sped, 
Beyond  the  ocean  I  repair, 
I  feel  thine  all-controlling  will, 
And  thy  right  hand  upholds  me  still. 

4  How  precious  are  thy  thoughts  of  peace, 
Oh  God,  to  me  !  how  great  the  sum  ! 
New  every  morn,  they  never  cease  ; 
They  were,  they  are,  and  yet  shall  come 
In  number  and  in  compass,  more 

Than  ocean's  sand,  or  ocean's  shore. 


>.  C.  M.  Watts. 

1  Early,  my  God,  without  delay, 

I  haste  to  seek  thy  face, 
My  thirsty  spirit  faints  away, 
Without  thy  cheering  grace. 

2  So  pilgrims  on  the  scorching  sand, 

Beneath  a  burning  sky, 
Long  for  a  cooling  stream  at  hand, 
And  they  must  drink  or  die. 


DBVOTIONAL. 

3  Not  life  itself,  with  all  its  joys, 

Can  my  best  passions  move, 
Nor  raise  so  high  my  cheerful  voice. 
As  thy  forgiving  love. 

4  Thus  till  my  last  expiring  day, 

I'll  bless  my  God  and  King ; 
Thus  will  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 
And  tune  my  lips  to  sing. 


JJ.  L.  M.       Spirit  of  Psalms. 

1  Father  of  spirits  !  Nature's  God  ! 
Our  inmost  thoughts  are  known  to  thee  ; 
Thou,  Lord,  canst  hear  each  idle  word, 
And  every  private  action  see. 

2  Could  we  on  morning's  swiftest  wings 
Pursue  our  flight  through  trackless  air, 
Or  dive  beneath  deep  ocean's  springs, 
Thy  presence  still  would  meet  us  there. 

3  In  vain  may  guilt  attempt  to  fly, 
Concealed  beneath  the  pall  of  night ; 
One  glance  from  thy  all-piercing  eye 
Can  kindle  darkness  into  light. 

4  Search  thou  our  hearts,  and  there  destroy 
Each  evil  thought,  each  secret  sin  ; 

And  fit  us  for  those  realms  of  joy, 
"Where  nought  impure  shall  enter  in. 

10.  C.  M.  Watts 

1  In  all  my  vast  concerns  with  thee, 
In  vain  my  soul  would  try 
To  shun  thy  presence,  Lord,  or  flee 
The  notice  of  thine  eye. 


DEVOTIONAL. 

2  Thine  ah-surrounding  sight  surveys 

My  rising  and  my  rest.; 
My  public  walks,  my  private  ways, 
And  secrets  of  my  breast. 

3  My  thoughts  lie  open  to  the  Lord, 

Before  they're  formed  within  ; 
And  ere  my  lips  pronounce  the  word, 
He  knows  the  sense  1  mean. 

4  O  wond'rous  knowledge,  deep  and  high, 

Where  can  a  creature  hide'* 
Within  thy  circling  arms  I  lie, 
Beset  on  every  side. 

5  So  let  thy  grace  surround  me  still, 

And  like  a  bulwark  prove, 

To  guard  my  soul  from  every  ill. 

Secured  by  sovereign  love. 


11. 


C.  M.  Heginbotham. 


1  My  soul  shall  praise  thee,  O  my  God  ! 

Through  all  my  mortal  days ; 
And  to  eternity  prolong 

Thy  vast,  thy  boundless  praise. 

2  In  each  bright  hour  of  peace  and  hope, 

Be  this  my  sweet  employ  : 
Devotion  heightens  all  my  bliss, 
And  sanctifies  my  joy. 

3  When  gloomy  care  or  keen  distress 

Invade   my  throbbing  breast, 
My  tongue  shall   learn  to  speak  thy  praise, 
And  soothe  my  pains  to  rest. 


DEVOTIONAL. 


4  Nor  shall  my  tongue  alone  proclaim 
The  honors  of  my  God  ; 
My  life,  with  all  my  active  powers, 
Shall  spread  thy  praise  abroad. 


l± 


C.  M.  Montgomery 


1  One  prayer  I  have, —  all  prayers  in  one, — 
When  I  am  wholly  thine ; 
Thy  will,  my  God,  thy  will  be  done, 
And  let  that  will  be  mine. 

i  All-wise,  almighty,  and  all-good, 
In  thee  I  firmly  trust  ; 
Thy  ways  unknown,  or  understood, 
Are  merciful  and  just. 

3  May  1  remember  that  to  thee, 

Whate'er  1  have  I  owe  ; 
And  back  in  gratitude  from  me, 
May  all  thy  bounties  flow. 

4  Thy  gifts  are  only  then   enjoyed, 

When  used  as  talents  lent ; 
Those  talents  only  well  employed, 
When  in  thy  service  spent. 

5  And  though  thy  wisdom  takes  away, 

Shall  I  arraign  thy  will  ? 
No,  let  me  bless  thy  name,  and  say, 
"  The  Lord  is  gracious  still." 


13. 


S.  M.  Watts 


1    How  perfect  is  thy  word  ! 

And  all  thy  judgments  just ! 
Forever  sure  thy  promise,  Lord, 
And  men  securely  trust. 


DEVOTIONAL. 

2  My  gracious  God,  how  plain 

Are  thy  directions  given  ! 
O  may  I  never  read  in  vain, 
But  find  the  path  to  heaven. 

3  I  hear  thy  word  with  love, 

And  I  would  fain  obey ; 
Send  thy  good  Spirit  from  above, 
To  guide  me,  lest  I  stray. 

4  While  with  my  heart  and  tongue 

I  spread  thy  praise  abroad, 
Accept  the  worship  and  the  song, 
My  Savior  and  my  God. 


14. 


C.  M.  Watts. 


1  Songs  of  immortal  praise  belong 

To  my  almighty  God  ; 
He  has  my  heart,  and  he  my  tongue, 
To  spread  his  name  abroad. 

2  How  great  the  works  his  hand  hath  wrought! 

How  glorious  in  our  sight ! 
Good  men  in  every  age  have  sought 
His  wonders  with  delight. 

3  Nature  and  time,  and  earth  and  skies, 

Thy  heavenly  skill  proclaim  : 
What  shall  we  do  to  make  us  wise, 
But  learn  to  read  thy  name? 

4  To  fear  thy  power,  to  trust  thy  grace, 

Is  our  divinest  skill ; 
And  he's  the  wisest  of  our  race, 
That  best  obeys  thy  will. 


15. 


DEVOTIONAL. 


C.  M.       Spirit  of  Psalms. 


1  O  God,  our  strength,  to  thee  the  song 
With  grateful  hearts  we  raise ; 
To  thee,  and  thee  alone,  belong 
All  worship,  love,  and  praise. 

•2   In  trouble's  dark  and  stormy  hour 
Thine  ear  hath  heard  our  prayer ; 
And  graciously  thine  arm  of  power 
Hath  saved  us  from  despair. 

3  And  thou,  O  ever  gracious  Lord, 

Wilt  keep  thy  promise  still, 
If,  meekly  hearkening  to  thy  word, 
We  seek  to  do  thy  will. 

4  Led  by  the  light  thy  grace  imparts, 

Ne'er  may  we  bow  the  knee 
To  idols,  which  our  wayward  hearts 
Set  up  instead  of  thee. 

5  So  shall  thy  choicest  gifts,  O  Lord, 

Thy  faithful  people  bless; 
For  them  shall  earth  its  stores  afford, 
And  Heaven  its  happiness. 

1(),  L.  M.  Anonymous, 

1  Through-  all  the  various  shifting  scene 
Of  life's  mistaken  ill  or  good, 

Thy  hand,  O  God,  conducts  unseen 
The  beautiful  vicissitude. 

2  Thou  givest  with  paternal  care, 
Howe'er  unjustly  we  complain, 
To  all  their  necessary  share 

Of  joy  and  sorrow,  health  and  pain. 


DEVOTIONAL. 

3  All  things  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven, 
On  thine  eternal  will   depend: 

And  all  for  greater  good  were  given, 
Would  man  pursue  the  appointed  end. 

4  Be  this  my  care  ! — to  all  beside 
Indifferent  let  my  wishes  be  ; 
Passion  be  calm,  and  dumb  be  pride, 
And  fixed  my  soul,  great  God  !  on  thee. 


17. 


L.  M.  Kippi! 


1  Great  God  !  in  vain  man's  narrow  view 
Attempts  to  look  thy  nature  through  : 
Our  laboring  powers  with  reverence  own 
Thy  glories  never  can  be  known. 

2  Not  the  high  seraph's  mighty  thought, 
Who  countless  years  his  God  has  sought. 
Such  wondrous  height  or  depth  can  find, 
Or  fully  trace  thy  boundless  mind. 

3  And  yet  thy  kindness  deigns  to  show 
Enough  for  mortal  minds  to  know  ; 
While  wisdom,  goodness,  power  divine, 
Through  all  thy  works  and  conduct  shine. 

4  O  !  may  our  souls  with  rapture  trace 
Thy  works  of  nature  and  of  grace  ; 
Explore  thy  sacred  truth,  and  still 
Press  on  to  know  and  do  thy  will. 


DEVOTIONAL. 


lis.  M.  Montgomery 


18. 

1   The  Lord  is  my  shepherd,  no  want  shall  I  know , 
I  feed  in  green  pastures,  safe  folded  I  rest ; 
He  leadeth  my  soul  where  the  still  waters  flow  ; 
Restores  me  when   wandering,  redeems    when 
oppressed. 

•2  Through  the   valley   and  shadow  of  death  tho' 
I  stray, 
Since  thou  art  my  guardian,  no  evil  I  fear  ; 
Thy  rod  shall  defend  me,  thy  staff  be  my  stay, 
No  harm  can  befall,  with  my  Comforter  near. 

:$  In  the  midst  of  affliction  my  table  is  spread  ; 
With  blessings    unmeasured  iny    cup    runneth 

o'er ; 
With  perfume  and  oil  thou  anointest  my  head  ; 

0  what  shall  I  ask  of  thy  providence  more  ? 

4  Let  goodness  and  mercy,  my  bountiful  God, 
Still  follow  my  steps  till  I  meet  thee  above  ; 

1  seek,  by  the  path  which  my  forefathers  trod 
Through  the  land  of  their  sojourn,  thy  kingdom 

of  love. 


19. 


7s.  M.  M 


ERRK'K. 


Lo,  my  Shepherd's  hand  divine  ! 
Want  shall  never  more  be  mine  : 
In  a  pasture  fair  and  large 
He  shall  feed  his  happy  charge. 

When  I  faint  with  summer's  heat, 
He  shall  lead  my  weary  feet 
To  the  streams  that,  still  and  slow, 
Through  the  verdant  meadows  flow. 


DEVOTIONAL. 

3  He  my  soul  anew  shall  frame, 
And,  his  mercy  to  proclaim, 
When  through  devious  paths  I  stray, 
Teach  my  steps  the  better  way. 

4  Thou  my  plenteous  board  hast  spread, 
Thou  with  oil  refreshed  my  head  : 
Filled  by  thee  my  cup  o'erflows ; 

For  thy  love  no  limit  knows. 

5  Constant,  to  my  latest  end, 
Thou  my  footsteps  shalt  attend, 
And  shalt  bid  thy  hallowed  dome, 
Yield  me  an  eternal  home. 


20. 


6s.  M.  Drummond. 

1   The  God  who  reigns  alone 
O'er  earth,  and  sea,  and  sky, 
Let  man  with  praises  own, 
And  sound  his  honors  high. 

'2  Him  all  in  heaven  above, 
Him  all  on  earth  below, 
The  exhaustless  source  of  love, 
The  great  Creator  know. 

3  He  formed  the  living  flame, 

He  gave  the  reasoning  mind . 
Then  only  He  may  claim 
The  worship  of  mankind. 

4  So  taught  his  only  Son, 

Blest   messenger  of  grace 
The  Eternal  is  but  one, 
No  second  holds  his  place. 


DEVOTIONAL. 


21.  7s.M.  Salis.  Col. 

1  Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! 

Be  thy  glorious  name  adored; 
Lord,  thy  mercies  never  fail  ; 
Hail,  celestial  goodness,  hail! 

2  Though  unworthy,  Lord,  thine  ear 
Deign  our  humble  songs  to  hear ; 
Purer  praise  we  hope  to  bring, 
When  around  thy  throne  we  sing. 

%  Lord,  thy  mercies  never  fail  ; 
Hail,  celestial  goodness,  hail  ; 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! 
Be  thy  glorious  name  adored. 


C.  M.  A.   Balloi j. 


1  O,  could  I  come  to  thee,  my  God, 
From  every  care  away, 
And  kiss  thy  sin-correcting  rod, 
And  make  thy  love  my  stay  ! 

:2  Then  in  the  bosom  of  thy  grace, 
I'd  lay  me  meekly  down, 
The  waters  of  salvation  taste, 
And  all  my  sorrows  drown. 

3  O  then  my  soul's  delight  should  be 

To  keep  thy  heavenly  law, 
To  yield  myself  entire  to  thee, 
In  love  and  filial  awe. 

4  Then  pure  philanthropy  would  flow 

With  piety  along, 
A  balmy  stream  for  every  woe, 
Redress  for  every  wrong. 


23. 


DEVOTIONAL. 


L.  M.       Birmingham  Col. 


1   Father,  adored  in  worlds  above! 

Thy  glorious  name  be  hallowed  still; 

Thy  kingdom  come  in  truth  and  love 
i   And  earth,  like  heaven,  obey  thy  will. 


2  Lord,  make  our  daily  wants  thy  care: 
Forgive  the  sins  which  we  forsake  : 
In  thy  compassion  let  us  share, 

As  fellow  men  of  ours  partake. 

3  Evils  beset  us  every  hour  ; 

Thy  kind  protection  we  implore, 
Thine  is  the  kingdom,  thine  the  power. 
The  glory  thine  for  evermore. 


*J*1.  "s-  **■  Merrick. 

1  Praise,  O  praise  the  name  divine, 
Praise  him  at  the  hallowed  shrine  ; 
Let  the  firmament  on  high 

To  its  Maker's  praise  reply. 

2  All  who  vital  breath  enjoy, 

In  his  praise  that  breath  employ, 
And  in  one  great  chorus  join  ; 
Praise,  O  praise  the  name  divine. 


20.  C.  M.         H.  M.  William: 

1  While  thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power! 
Be  my  vain  wishes  stilled  ; 
And  may  this  consecrated  hour 
WTith  better  hopes  be  filled. 


DEVOTIONAL. 

*2  Thy  love  the  power  of  thought  bestowed 
To  thee  my  thoughts  would  soar ; 
Thy  mercy  o'er  my  life  has  flowed — 
That  mercy  I  adore  ! 

3  In  each  event  of  life,  how  clear 

Thy  ruling  hand  I  see  ! 
Each  blessing  to  my  soul  more  dear, 
Because  conferred  by  thee. 

4  In  every  joy  that  crowns  my  days, 

In  every  pain  I  bear, 
My  heart  shall  find  delight  in  praise, 
Or  seek  relief  in  prayer. 

5  When  gladness  wings  my  favored  hour, 

Thy  love  my  thoughts  shall  fill  : 
Resigned,  when  storms  of  sorrow  lower. 
My  soul  shall  meet  thy  will. 

6  My  lifted  eye,  without  a  tear, 

The  gathering  storm  shall  see  : 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear ; — 
That  heart  shall  rest  on  thee ! 


*2(y.  8s.  &,  7s.       Wesley's  Cur. 

1   Love  divine,  all  love  excelling, 

Joy  of  heaven,  to  earth  come  down  : 
Fix  in  us  thy  humble  dwelling, 

All  thy  faithful  mercies  crown. 
Father  !  thou  art  all  compassion, 

Pure,  unbounded  love  thou  art; 
Visit  us  with  thy  salvation, 

Enter  every  longing  heart. 


DEVOTIONAL. 

2  Breathe,  O  breathe  thy  loving  Spirit 

Into  every  troubled  breast ; 
Let  us  all  in  thee  inherit, 

Let  us  find  thy  promised  rest. 
Come,  almighty  to  deliver, 

Let  us  all  thy  life  receive, 
Graciously  come  down,  and  never. 

Never  more  thy  temples  leave. 


27. 


S.  M.  Watts. 


1   My  God,  permit  my  tongue 
This  joy,  to  call  thee  mine  : 
And  let  my  early  cries  prevail 
To  taste  thy  love  divine. 

'2  My  thirsty,  fainting  soul 

Thy  mercy  does  implore  ; 
Not  travelers  in  desert  lands 
Can  pant  for  water  more. 

3  For  life  without  thy  love 

No  relish  can  afford  ; 
No  joy  can  be  compared  to  this, 
To  serve  and  please  the  Lord. 

4  Since  thou  hast  been  my  help, 

To  thee  my  spirit  flies, 
And  on  thy  watchful  providence 
My  cheerful  hope  relies. 

5  The  shadow  of  thy  wings 

My  soul  in  safety  keeps  : 
I  follow  where  my  Father  leadg, 
And  he  supports  my  steps. 
2 


DEVOTIONAL. 


28. 


C.   M.  Watts 


1  O  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways 
To  keep  his  statutes  still ! 
O  that  my  God  would  grant  me  grace 
To  know  and  do  his  will  ! 

"2  O  send  thy  Spirit  down  to  write 
Thy  law  upon  my  heart ! 
Nor  let  my  tongue  indulge  deceit, 
Nor  act  the  liar's  part. 

3  From  vanity  turn  off  mine  eyes; 

Let  no  corrupt  design, 
Nor  covetous  desires,  arise 
Within  this  soul  of  mine. 

4  Order  my  footsteps  by  thy  word, 

And  make  my  heart  sincere  ; 
Let  sin  have  no  dominion,  Lord, 
But  keep  my    conscience  clear. 

5  Make  me  to  walk  in  thy  commands  ; 

'Tis  a  delightful  road  ; 
Nor  let  my  head,  or  heart,  or  hands, 
Offend  against  my  God. 


i>9. 


C.  M.  Cappe's  Col. 


1  Eternal  Source  of  life  and  light, 

Supremely  good  and  wise, 
To  thee  we  bring  our  grateful  vows, 
To  thee  lift  up  our  eyes. 

2  Our  dark  and  erring  minds  illume 

With  truth's  celestial  rays; 
Inspire  our  hearts  with  sacred  love, 
And  tune  our  lips  to  praise. 


DEVOTIONAL. 


Safely  conduct  us,  by  thy  grace, 
Through  life's  perplexing  road  ; 

And  place  us,  when  that  journey's  o'er, 
At  thy  right  hand,  O  God  ! 


30.  L.  M.       Mrs.  Cotterill 

1  O  thou,  who  hast  at  thy  command 
The  hearts  of  all  men  in  thy  hand! 
Our  wayward,  erring  hearts  incline 
To  have  no  other  will  but  thine. 

'2  Our  wishes,  our  desires,  control  ; 
Mould  every  purpose  of  the  soul ; 
O'er  all  may  we  victorious  be 
That  stands  between  ourselves  and  thee. 

3  Thrice  blest  will  all  our  blessings  be, 
When  we  can  look  through  them  to  thee : 
When  each  glad  heart  its  tribute  pays 
Of  love,  and  gratitude,   and  praise. 

4  And  while  we  to  thy  glory  live, 
May  we  to  thee  all  glory  give, 
Until  the  final  summons  come, 

That  calls  thy  willing  servants  home. 


31. 


s  &,  6s  M.         Rippoxs  Col. 


1   Pvise,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings, 
Thy  better  portion  trace  ; 
Rise  from  transitory  things, 

Towards  heaven,  thy  native  place. 
Sun,  and  moon,  and  stars  decay; 

Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove; 
Rise,  my  soul,  and  haste  away 
To  seats  prepared  above. 
2* 


DEVOTIONAL. 

Rivers  to  the  ocean  run, 

Nor  stay  in  all  their  course ; 
Fire,  ascending,  seeks  the  sun  ; 

Both  speed  them  to  their  source. 
So  a  soul  that's  born  of  God, 

Pants  to  view  his  glorious  face  ; 
Upward  tends  to  his  abode, 

To  rest  in  his  embrace. 

Fly,  my  riches,  fly,  my  cares, 

While  I  that  course  explore  ; 
Flatt'ring  world,  with  all  your  snares, 

Solicit  me  no  more. 
Pilgrims  fix  not  here  their  home  ; 

Strangers  tarry  but  a  night : 
When  the  last  dear  morn  shall  come, 

We'll  rise  to  glorious  light. 

Cease,  ye  pilgrims,  cease  to  mourn, 

Press  onward  to  the  prize  ; 
Soon  the  Savior  will  return, 

Triumphant  through  the  skies. 
Yet  a  season,  and  you  know, 

Happy  entrance  will  be  given  ; 
All  your  sorrows  left  below, 

And  earth  exchanged  for  heaven. 


II.    JESUS  CHRIST. 


3l2.  llsM.  Drummoxd. 

1  A  voice  from  the  desert  comes  awful  and  shrill  ; 
The  Lord  is  advancing!  prepare  ye  the   way  ! 
The  word  of  Jehovah  he  comes  to  fulfil, 
And  o'er  the  dark  world  pour  the  splendor  of  day. 

"2  Bring  down  the  proud  mountain,  though  tower- 
ing to  heaven, 
And  be  the  low  valley  exalted  on  high  : 
The  rough  path    and  crooked  be  made  smooth 

and  even, 
For,  Zion  !  your  King,  your  Redeemer  is  nigh. 

3  The  beams  of  salvation  his  progress  illume  ; 
The  lone  dreary  wilderness  sings  of  her  Lord  ; 
The  rose  and  the  myrtle  there  suddenly  bloom, 
And   the  olive  of  peace  spreads    its    branches 
abroad. 


33. 


C.  M.  Ch.  Psalmist. 


]   Behold  my  servant ;  see  him  rise 
Exalted  in  my  might ! 
Him  have  I  chosen,  and  in  him 
I  place  supreme  delight. 

"2  On  him,  in  rich  effusion  poured, 
My  Spirit  shall  descend  ; 
My  truths  and  judgment   he  shall  show 
•    To  earth's  remotest  end. 


JESUS    CHRIST. 

3  Gentle  and  still  shall  be  his  voice  ; 

No  threats  from  him  proceed  ; 
The  smoking  flax  he  will  not  quench, 
Nor  break  the  bruised  reed. 

4  The  feeble  spark  to  flames  he'll  raise  ; 

The  weak  will  not  despise ; 
Judgment  shall  he  bring  forth  to  truth, 
And  make  the  fallen  rise. 

5  The  progress  of  his  zeal  and  power 

Shall  never  know  decline, 
Till  foreign  lands  and  distant  isles 
Receive  the  law  divine. 


34.  8s  &  7s  M.  Cawood. 

1  Hark  !  what  mean  those  holy  voices, 

Sweetly  sounding  through  the  skies  ' 
Lo  !  the  angelic  host  rejoices; 
Heavenly  hallelujahs  rise. 

2  Listen  to  the  wondrous  story, 

Which  they  chant  in  hymns  of  joy  : 
'Glory  in  the  highest — glory  ! 
Glory  be^to  God  most  high  ! 

3  '  Peace  on  earth,  good  will  from  heaven, 

Reaching  far  as  man  is  found  : 
Souls  redeemed  and  sins  forgiven  : — 
Loud  our  golden  harps  shall  sound. 

4  *  Christ  is  born,  the  great  anointed  : 

Heaven  and  earth  his  praises  sing  ! 
O  receive  whom  God  appointed, 

For  your  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King." 


I 

JESUS     CHRIST. 


5  Let  us  learn  the  wondrous  story 
Of  our  great  Redeemer's  birth  ; 
Spread  the  brightness  of  his  glory, 
Till  it  cover  all  the  earth. 


35. 


C.  M.  Watts. 


1  Hark!  the  glad  sound,  the  Savior  comes, 
The  Savior  promised  long  ! 
Let  every  heart  prepare  a  throne, 
And  every  voice  a  song. 

'2  On  him  the  Spirit,  largely  poured, 
Exerts  its  sacred  fire  ; 
Wisdom  and  might,  and  zeal  and  love, 
His  holy  breast  inspire. 

3  He  comes,  from  thickest  films  of  vice 

To  clear  the  mental  ray; 
And  on  the  eye-balls  of  the  blind 
To  pour  celestial  day. 

4  He  comes  the  broken  heart  to  bind, 

The  bleeding  soul  to  cure  ; 
And  with  the  treasure  of  his  grace 
Enrich  the  humble  poor. 

5  Our  glad  hosannas,  Prince  of  Peace, 

Thy  welcome  shall  proclaim  ; 
And  heaven's  eternal  arches  ring 
With  thy  beloved  name. 


36, 


L.  M.  Watts. 


1   Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 
Does  his  successive  journies  run  : 
His  kingdom  stretch  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 


JESUS     CHRIST. 

2  For  him  shall  endless  prayer  be  made, 
And  praises  throng  to  crown  his  head, 
His  name,  like  sweet  perfume,  shall  rise 
With  every  morning  sacrifice. 

3  People  and  realms  of  every  tongue 
Dwell  on  his  love  with  sweetest  song  ; 
And  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 
Their  early  blessings  on  his  name. 

4  Blessings  abound  where'er  he  reigns; 
The  prisoner  leaps  to  loose  his  chains, 
The  weary  find  eternal  rest, 

And  all  the  sons  of  want  are  blest. 

5  Let  every  creature  rise  and  bring 
Peculiar  honors  to  our  King  ; 
Angels  descend  with  songs  again, 
And   earth  repeat  the  long  amen. 


37 


II.  M.  A.  Balloi 

Behold  the  royal  Stem, 

From  Jesse's  ancient  root, 
Begins  his  heavenly  reign, 
And  drops  celestial  fruit :— - 
With  wisdom  crowned, 
And  might  divine, 
His  counsels  shine 
The  world  around. 

By  him  the  long  oppressed, 

And  all  the  suffering  poor, 
Shall  find  their  wrongs  redressed, 
And  every  right  secure  : — 
He'll  plead  their  cause, 
Dissolve  their  chains, 


38. 


JESUS     CHRIST. 

Relieve  their  pains, 
And  bless  their  joys. 

3  A  Godhead  fulness  dwells 

Wiihin  his  human  form, 
Which  fierce  rebellion  quells, 
And  stills  the  wildest  storm  : — 
Beneath  his  feet 
His  prostrate  foes 
Deplore  their  woes, 
Till  all  submit. 

4  Thus  violence  shall  cease 

Throughout  the  spacious  earth, 
And  universal  peace 

Complete  a  glorious  birth  : — 
Nor  aught  destroy 
In  Christ's  domain, 
Nor  aught  give  pain. 
Nor  sin  annoy. 


C.  M.  Enfield. 


1  Behold,  where  in  a  mortal   form 

Appears  each   grace  divine  ; 
The  virtues  all  in  Jesus  met, 
With  mildest  radiance  shine. 

2  To  spread  the  rays  of  heavenly  light, 

To  give  the  mourner  joy, 
To  preach  glad  tidings  to  the  poor, 
Was  his  divine  employ. 

3  Midst  keen  reproach,  and  cruel   scorn, 

Patient  and  meek  he  stood  ; 
His  foes,  ungrateful,  sought  his  life; 
He  labored  for  their  good. 


JESUS     CHRIST. 

4  In  the  last  hour  of  deep  distress, 

Before  his  Father's  throne, 
With  soul  resigned,  he  bowed  and  said. 
*  Thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done.' 

5  Be  Christ  our  pattern,  he  our  guide  ! 

His  image  may  we  bear  ! 

O  may  we  tread  his  holy  steps, 

His  joy  and  glory  share  ! 


L.  M.  Watts 


39. 

J    My  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord, 
I  read  my  duty  in  thy  word  : 
But  in  thy  life  the  law  appears, 
Drawn  out  in  living  characters. 

'2  Such  was  thy  truth,  and  such  thy  zeal. 
Such  deference  to  thy  Father's  will, 
Such  love,  and  meekness  so  divine, 
I  would  transcribe,  and  make  them  mine. 

•\  Cold  mountains,  and  the  midnight  air, 
Witnessed  the  fervor  of  thy  prayer  ; 
The  desert  thy  temptations  knew, 
Thy  conflict,  and  thy  victory  too. 

4  Be  thou  my  pattern  ;  may  I  bear 
More  of  thy  gracious  image  here  ; 
Then  God,  the  Judge,  shall  own  my  name 
Amongst  the  followers  of  the  Lamb. 


40. 


C.  M.  Cii.  Psalmody. 


Jesus  !  exalted  far  on  high, 
To  whom  a  name   is  given  ; 

A  name  surpassing  every  name, 
Renowned  in  earth  or  heaven  ! 


JESUS     CHRIST. 

2  Before  thy  throne  shall  every  knee 

Bow  down  with  one  accord  : 
Before  thy  throne  shall  every  tongue 
Confess  that  thou  art  Lord. 

3  Oh!  may  the    mind  in  us  be  formed, 

Which  shone  so  bright  in  thee: 
An  humble,  meek,  and  lowly  mind, 
From  pride  and  envy  free  ! 

4  To  others  we  would  stoop,  and  learn 

To  emulate  thy  love; 
So  shall  we  bear  thine  image  here, 
And  share  thy  throne  above. 


41. 


C.  M.  Ch.   Psalmody 


1  Tnou  art  the  way — to  thee  alone 

From  sin  and  death  we  flee  ; 
And  he  who  would  the  Father  seek, 
Must  seek  him,  Lord,  by  thee. 

2  Thou  art  the  truth — thy  word  alone. 

True  -wisdom  can  impart ; 
Thou  only  canst  inform  the  mind, 
And  purify  the  heart. 

3  Thou  art  the  life — the  rending  tomb 

Proclaims  thy  conquering  arm, 

And  those  who  put  their  trust  in  thee 

Nor  death   nor  hell  shall  harm. 

4  Thou  art  the  way,  the  truth,  the  life  ; 

Grant  us  that  way  to  know, 
That  truth  to  keep — that  life  to  win, 
Whose  joys  eternal  flow. 


42. 


JESUS     CHRIST. 


7s  M.  Ch.  Psalmody. 


Christ,  whose  glory  fills  the  skies, 
Christ  the  true,  the  only  light, 

Sun  of  Righteousness,  arise, 

Triumph  o'er  the  shades  of  night; 

Day-spring  from  on  high,  be  near ; 

Day-star,  in  my  heart  appear. 

Dark  and  cheerless  is  the  morn, 
If  thy  light  is  hid  from  me ; 

Joyless  is  the  day's  return, 
Till  thy  mercy's  beams  I  see  ; 

Till  thy  inward  light  impart 

Gladness  to  my  eyes  and  heart. 

Visit,  then,  this  soul  of  mine, 

Pierce  the  gloom  of  sin  and  grief  ; 

Fill  me,  radiant  Sun  divine  ! 
Scatter  all  my   unbelief: 

iMore  and  more  thyself  display, 

Shining  to  the  perfect  day. 


43. 


Ss  &  7s   M.        Ch.  Psalmody. 

One  there  is  above  all  others, 

Well  deserves  the  name  of  Friend  ; 
His  is  love  beyond  a  brother's, 

Costly — free —  and  knows  no  end. 
Which  of  all  our  friends,  to  save  us, 

Could  or  would  have  shed  his  blood? 
But  this  Savior  died  to  have  us 

Reconciled  in  him  to  God. 


JESUS    CHRIST. 

When  he  lived  on  earth  abased, 

Friend  of  sinners  was  his  name: 
Now,  above  all  glory  raised, 

He  rejoices  in  the  same. 
Oh,  for  grace  our  hearts  to  soften  ! 

Teach  us,  Lord,  at  length  to  love  ; 
We,  alas  !  forget  too  often 

What  a  Friend  we  have  above. 


44, 


H.   M.  A.   H.  Price. 

Shall  he  our  teacher  be, 

Jesus  the  true,  the  good, 
Whose  stainless  purity 

The  tempter's  wiles  withstood  ; 
Or  shall  we  trust  in  forms  aud  creeds. 
As  refuge  sure  from  evil  deeds  ? 

He  bade  us  bless  our  foe, 

And  love  return  for  hate, 
Nor  anger  rudely  show, 

But  in  calm  patience  wait; 
Thus  shall  our  feet  securely  rest 
Upon  a  rock,  forever  blest. 

Jesus,  how  safe  thy  love 

When  storms  of  ill  assail  ! 
No  fear  our  souls  can  move, 

No  raging  foes  prevail  : 
Thou  hadst  the  power  to  still  the  wave, 
And  thou  the  trusting  soul  canst  save. 


45.  S.  M.  A.   Balloi 

1   Think  not  the  Prince  of  Peace 
The  world's  tame  flatterer  came, 
By  compromise  to  soothe  and  please 
Its  carnal-minded  train. 


JESUS     CHRIST. 

2  Not  so  could  he  redeem 

Our  lost  and  guilty  race  ; 
Not  so  complete  the  wondrous  scheme 
Of  all-restoring  grace. 

3  Though  harmless  as  a  dove, 

And  reigning  but  to  bless, 
He  wields  a  Spirit-sword  in  love, 
That  pierces  every  breast. 

4  Truth  is  the  flaming  blade, 

With  which  his  faithful  hand 

Divides  the  living  from  the  dead, 

And  cuts  each  hateful  band. 


46. 


M.  Montgomery. 


1  Go  to  dark  Gethsemene, 

Ye  that  feel  temptation's  power, 
Your  Redeemer's  conflict  see, 
Watch  with  him  one  bitter  hour, 
Turn  not  from  his  griefs  away, 
Learn  of  Jesus  Christ  to  pray. 

2  Follow  to  the  judgment-hall, 
View  the  Lord  of  life  arraigned  ; 
O,  the  wormwood  and  the  gall  ! 
O,  the  pangs  his  soul  sustained  ! 
Shun  not  suffering,  shame  or  loss, 
Learn  of  him  to  bear  the  cross. 

47.  h>  M.  Gregg. 

1   Jesus,  and  can  it  ever  be, 

A  mortal  man  ashamed  of  thee  ? 

Scorned  be  the  thought  by  rich  and  poor ; 

My  soul  shall  scorn  it  more  and  mora. 


JESUS     CHRIST. 

2  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  yes,  I  may, 
When  I've  no  sins  to  wash  away, 
No  tear  to  wipe,  no  joy  to  crave, 
No  fear  to  quell,  no  soul  to  save. 

3  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  that  dear  friend, 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend  ? 
No  ;  when  I  blush,   be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 

4  Till  then — nor  is  my  boasting  vain — 
Till  then  I  boast  a  Savior  slain  ; 
And  O,  may  this  my  glory  be, 

That  Christ  is  not  ashamed  of  me  ! 


48. 


S.  M.  W 


ATTS, 


1  The  law  by  Moses  came  : 

But  peace  and  truth  and  love 
Were  brought  by  Christ,  a  nobler  name, 
Descending  from  above. 

2  Amidst  the  house  of  God 

Their  different  works  were  done  ; 
Moses  a  faithful  servant  stood, 
But  Christ   a  faithful  Son. 

3  Then  to  his  new  commands 

Be  strict  obedience  paid  ; 
O'er  all  his  Father's  house  he  stands, 
The  sovereign  and  the  head.' 


JESUS      CHRIST. 


49. 


L.  M.  A.  C.  Coxe. 


1  How  beauteous  were  the  marks  divine, 
That  in  thy  meekness  used  to  shine. 
That  lit  thy  lonely  pathway,  trod 

In  wondrous  love,  O  Son  of  God  ! 

2  O,  who  like  thee, — so  calm,  so  bright, 
So  pure,  so  fraught  with  heavenly  light  ? 
O,  who  like  thee  did  ever  go 

So  patient  through  a  world  of  woe  ? 

3  O,  who  like  thee  so  humbly  bore 
The  scorn,  the  scoffs  of  men  before  ? 
So  meek,  forgiving,  godlike,  high, 
So  glorious  in  humility  ? 

4  And  death,  which  sets  the  prisoner  free, 
Was  pang  and  scoff  and  scorn  to  thee  ; 
Yet  love  through  all  thy  torture  glowed. 
And  mercy  with  thy  life-blood  flowed. 

5  O,  in  thy  light  be  mine  to  go, 
Illuming  all  my  way  of  woe  ; 
And  give  me  ever  on  the  road 
To  trace  thy  footsteps,  Son  of  God  ! 


III.    WARNING  AND  INVITATION. 


50. 


L.  M. 


1  Come,  sinners,  saith  the  mighty  God, 
Abhorrent  as  your  crimes  have  been, 
Lo,  I  descend  from  mine  abode, 

To  reason  with  the  sons  of  men. 

2  No  clouds  of  darkness  veil  my  face, 
No  vengeful  lightnings  flash  around  ; 
I  come  with  terms  of  life  and  peace ; 
Where  sin  hath  reigned,  let  grace  abound. 

3  Yes,  Lord,  we  will  obey  thy  call, 
And  to  thy  gracious  sceptre  bow  : 
O,  make  our  crimson  sins  like  wool, 
Our  scarlet  guilt  like  stainless  snow. 

4  So  shall  our  thankful  lips  repeat 
Thy  praises  with  a  tuneful  voice, 
While  humbly  prostrate  at  thy  feett 
We  wonder,  tremble,  and  rejoice. 

51.  8s,  7s  &,  4s  M. 

1  Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  wretched, 
Heavenly  mercy  now  implore  ; 
Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you, 
Full  of  pity,  join'd  with  power  ; 

He  is  able, 
He  is  willing  ;  doubt  no  more. 
3 


WARNING    AND    INVITATION. 

2  Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger, 

Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream  ; 
All  the  jitness  he  requireth, 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him  ; 

This  he  gives  you  ; 
'  Tis  his  Spirit's  rising  beam. 

3  Come,  ye  weary,  heavy  laden, 

Lost  and  ruined  in  your  thrall  ! 
If  you  tarry  till  you're  better, 
You  will  never  come  at  all. 

Not  the  righteous — 
Sinners  Jesus  came  to  call. 


52. 


C.  M. 


1  Ye  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor, 

Behold  a  royal  feast  ! 
Where  mercy  spreads  her  bounteous  store, 
For  every  humble  guest. 

2  See,  Jesus  stands  with  open  arms  ; 

He  calls,  he  bids  you  come  ; 
Guilt  holds  you  back,  and  fear  alarms  ; 
But  see,  there  yet  is  room. 

3  O,  come,  and  with  his  ransomed  taste 

The  blessings  of  his  love  ; 
While  hope  attends  the  sweet  repast, 
Of  nobler  joys  above. 

4  There,  with  united  heart  and  voice, 

Before  th'  eternal  throne, 
Ten  thousand  thousand  souls  rejoice, 
In  ecstacies  unknown. 


WARNING  AND    INVITATION. 


53. 


C.  M.  Watts. 


1  Lkt  every  mortal  ear  attend, 

And  every  heart  rejoice; 
The  trumpet  of  the  gospel  sounds, 
With  an  inviting  voice. 

2  Ho !  all  ye  hungry,  starving  souls, 

Who  feed  upon  the  wind, 
And  vainly  strive  with  earthly  toys 
To  fill  th'  immortal  mind — 


3  Eternal  wisdom  has  prepared 

A  soul-reviving  feast ; 
And  bids  your  longing  appetites 
The  rich  provision  taste. 

4  Ho  !  ye  that  pant  for  living  streams, 

And  pine  away  and  die  ; 
Here  you  may  quench  your  raging  thirst 
With  streams  that  never  drv. 

5  The  happy  gates  of  gospel  grace, 

Stand  open  night  and  day  ; 
Lord,  we  are  come  to  seek  supplies, 
And  drive  our  wants  awav. 


54. 


M.  Barbaild 


1  Come  !  said  Jesus'  sacred  voice,        % 
Come  and  make  my  paths  your  choice  ; 
I  will  guide  you  to  your  home  ; 
Weary  pilgrims,  hither  come  ! 
3* 


WARNING    AND  INVITATION. 

2  Thou  who  houseless,  sole,  forlorn, 
Long  hast  borne  the*proud  world's  scorn 
Long  hast  roamed  the  barren  waste, 
Weary  pilgrim,  hither  haste. 

3  Ye  by  fiercer  anguish  torn, 

In  remorse   for  guilt  who  mourn, 
Here  resign  your  heavy  care  : 
A  wounded  spirit  who  can  bear  ? 

4  Sinner,  come  !  for  here   is  found 
Balm  that  flows  for  every  wound  ; 
Peace  that  ever  shall  endure, 
Rest,  eternal,  sacred,  sure. 


55. 


H.  M.  Topi.adv 


1  Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow, 

The  gladly  solemn  sound  ; 
Let  all  the  nations  know, 

To  earth's  remotest  bound, 
The  yea/  of  Jubilee  is  come  : 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

2  Jesus,  our  great  High  Priest, 

Hath  full  provision  made  ; 
Ye  weary  spirits,  rest; 

Ye  mournful  souls,  be  glad  ; 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

3  Ye  who  have  sold  for  nought 

Your  heritage  above, 
Come  take  it  back  unbought, 

The  gift  of  Jesus'   love  ; 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 


WARNING  AND    INVITATION. 


56.  H.  M.  Cii.  Psalmody, 

1  Ye  dying  sons  of  men, 

Immerged  in  guilt  and  woe  ! 
Now  mercy  calls  again, 

Its  message  is  to  you ! 
Ye  perishing  and  guilty,  come  ! 
In  mercy's  arms  there  yet  is  room. 

2  No  longer  now  delay, 

Nor  vain  excuses  frame  ; 
Christ  bids  you  come  to-day, 

Though  poor,  and  blind,  and  lame  : 
All  things  are  ready — sinners,  come  ! 
For  every  trembling  soul  there's  room. 

3  Drawn  by  his  dying  love, 

Ye  wandering  sheep,  draw  near  ! 
He  calls  you  from  above, 

The  Shepherd's  voice  now  hear  : 
To  him  whoever  will  may  come, 
In  Jesus'  arms  there  yet  is  room. 


57. 


S.  M.  Ch.   Psalmody 


1  The  Spirit,  in  our  hearts, 

Is  whispering  'Sinner,  come  ;' 
The  bride,  the  church  of  Christ,  proclaims, 
To  all  his  children  '  Come  !' 

2  Let  him  that  heareth  say 

To  all  about  him,  '  Come !' 
Let  him  that  thirsts  for  righteousness, 
To  Christ,  the  fountain,  come. 


WARNING  AND    INVITATION. 

3  Yes,  whosoever  will, 

O  let  him  freely  come, 
And  freely  drink  the  stream  of  life 
'Tis  Jesus  bids  him  come. 

4  Lo !  Jesus,  who  invites, 

Declares  '  1  quickly  come  :' 
Lord,  even  so  !  we  wait  thy  hour ; 
O  blest  Redeemer,  come. 


58. 


C.  M.  Ch.  Psalmody. 


1  O,  what  amazing  words  of  grace 

Are  in  the  gospel  found  ! 
Suited  to  every  sinner's  case, 
Who  hears  the  joyful  sound. 

2  Poor,  sinful,  thirsty,  fainting  souls, 

Are  freely   welcome  here  ; 
Salvation,  like  a  river,  rolls 
Abundant,  free,  and  clear. 

3  Come  then,  with  all  your  wants  and  wounds. 

Your  every  burden  bring ! 
Here  love,  unchanging  love,  abounds, 
A  deep,  celestial  spring  ! 

4  Millions  of  sinners,  vile  as  you, 

Have  here  found  life  and  peace; 
Come,  then,  and  prove  its  virtues  too, 
And  drink,  adore,  and  bless. 


59. 


C.  M.  Ch.  Psalmody 

Return,  O  wanderer — now  return  ! 

And  seek  thy  Father's  face  ! 
Those  new  desires,  which  in  thee  burn, 

Were  kindled  by  his  grace. 


WARNING    AND  INVITATION. 

2  Return,  O  wanderer — now  return  ! 

He  hears  thy  humble  sigh  : 
He  sees  thy  softened  spirit  mourn, 
When  no  one  else  is  nigh. 

3  Return,  O  wanderer — now  return  ! 

Thy  Savior  bids  thee  live  : 
Go  to  his  feet — and  grateful  learn 
How  ready  he'll  forgive. 

4  Return,  O  wanderer — now  return, 

And  wipe  the  falling  tear  : 
Thy  Father  calls — no  longer  mourn  ! 
'Tis  love  invites  you  near. 


()0f  C.  M.  Doddridge. 

1  Jesus,  the  friend  of  sinners,  calls, 

With  pity  in  his  eyes ; 
And  warns  them  of  the  dangerous  foes 
That  all   around  them  rise. 

2  '  Fly  to  the  refuge  of  my  arms, 

And  dwell  secure  from  fear : 
No  enemy  shall  pluck  you  hence, 
No  weapon  wound  you  here.' 

3  With  anxious  heart,  the  parent  bird 

Thus  calls  her  offspring  round  : 
When  furious  vultures  beat  the  air, 
And  slaughter  stains  the  ground. 

4  The  trembling  brood,  by  nature  taught, 

Fly  to  the  known  retreat  ; 
Beneath  her  downy  wings  are  safe, 
And  find  the  shelter  sweet. 

5  Shall  men,  alas!  more  thoughtless  men, 

Refuse  to  lend  an  ear  ? 
Their  only  refuge  madly  shun, 
And  rather  die  than  hear ! 


IV.    REPENTANCE  AND  REFORMATION. 


61.  L-  M. 

1  Now  see  the  rebel  raise  his  eyes, 
From  dreaming  folly  just  awake  ; 

His  soul  relents  with  strange  surprise, 
And  all  his  heart  begins  to  break. 

2  I  starve,  he  cries,  nor  can  I  bear 
This  death  I  feel  in  sinful  lands, 
While  servants  of  my  Father  share 
The  liberal  bounty  of  his  hands. 

3  With  deep  repentance  on  my  tongue, 
I'll  go  and  seek  my  Father's  face  ; 
Unworthy  to  be    called  a  son, 

I'll  only  ask  a  servant's  place. 

4  Far  off  his  Father  saw  him  come, 
And  o'er  him  all  his  bowels  yearned  ; 
He  rose  to  bless  and  greet  his  son, 
And  crown  with  grace  his  safe  return. 

5  The  rebel's  heart  with  sorrow  filled, 
Bemoaned  the  crimes  which  he  had  done. 
Through  all  the  courts  the  servants  smiled, 
And  sang  the  Father's  grace  alone. 


&2. 


REPENTANCE  AND  REFORMATION. 


C.  M.  Watts. 


1  The  Prodigal,  with  streaming  eyes, 

From  folly  just  awake, 
Reviews  his  wanderings  with  surprise, 
His  heart  begins  to  break. 

2  I  starve,  he  cries,  nor  can  I  bear 

The  famine  in  this  land  ; 
While  servants  of  my  Father  share 
The  bounty  of  his  hand. 

3  With  deep  repentance  I'll  return, 

And  seek  my  Father's  face  ; 
Unworthy  to  be  called  a  son, 
I'll  ask  a  servant's  place. 

4  Far  off  he  saw  him  slowly  move, 

In  pensive  silence  mourn  ; 
The  Father  ran  with  arms  of  love, 
To  welcome  his  return. 

5  Through  all  the  courts  the  tidings  flew 

And  spread  the  joy  around  ; 
The  angels  tuned  their  harps  anew  ; 
The  Prodigal  was  found  ! 


63.  L-  M. 

1   Far  from  thy  fold,  O  God,  my  feet 
Once  moved  in  error's  devious  maze  ; 
Nor  found  religious  duties  sweet, 
Nor  sought  thy  face,  nor  loved  thy  ways. 


REPENTANCE  AND  REFORMATION. 

2  With  tenderest  voice  thou  bad'st  me  flee 
The  paths  which  thou  couldst  ne'er  approve  ; 
And  gently  drew  my  soul  to  thee, 

With  cords  of  everlasting  love. 

3  Now  to  thy  footstool,  Lord,  I  fly, 
And  low  in  self-abasement  fall  ; 

A  vile,  a  helpless  worm  I  lie, 
And  thou,  my  God,  art  all  in  all. 


64.  C.  M.  Mrs.  Steele. 

1  O  thou,  whose  tender  mercy  hears 

Contrition's  humble  sigh  ; 
Whose  hand  indulgent  wipes  the  tears 
From  sorrow's  weeping  eye! 

2  See !  low  before  thy  throne  of  grace, 

A  wretched  wanderer  mourn  ; 

Hast  thou  not  bid  me  seek  thy  face  ; 

Hast  thou  not  said — Return  ? 

3  And  shall  my  guilty  fears  prevail, 

To  drive  me  from  thy  feet  ? 
O  let  not  this  dear  refuge  fail, 
This  only  safe  retreat. 

4  O  shine  on  this   benighted  heart, 

With  beams  of  mercy  shine  ; 
And  let  thy   healing  voice  impart 
A  taste  of  joys  divine. 


65. 


REPENTANCE  AND  REFORMATION. 


7s  M.  J.  Taylor. 


1  God  of  mercy,  God  of  love, 
Hear  our  sad  repentant  song; 
Sorrow  dwells  on  every  face, 
Penitence  on  every  tongue. 

2  Deep  regret  for  follies  past, 
Talents  wasted,  time  misspent; 
Hearts  debased  by  worldly  cares, 
Thankless  for  the  blessings  lent  : 

3  Foolish  fears,  and  fond  desires, 
Vain  regrets  for  things  as  vain  ; 
Lips  too  seldom  taught  to  praise, 
Oft  to  murmur  and  complain  : 

4  These,  and  every  secret  fault, 
Filled  with  grief  and  shame,  we  own 
Humbled  at  thy  feet  we  lie, 
Seeking  pardon  from  thy  throne. 

5  God  of  mercy,  God  of  grace, 
Hear  our  sad  repentant  songs  ; 
O  restore  thy  suppliant  race, 
Thou  to  whom  all  praise  belongs. 


66.  7s  M.  Merrick. 

1  Blest  Instructer,  from  thy  ways 
Who  can  tell  how  oft  he  strays  ? 
Purge  me  from  the  guilt  that  lies 
Wrapt  within  my  heart's  disguise. 


REPENTANCE  AND  REFORMATION. 

2  Let  my  tongue,  from  error  free, 
Speak  the  words  approved  by  thee  ; 
To  thy  all-observing  eyes, 

Let  my  thoughts  accepted  rise. 

3  While  I  thus  thy  name  adore, 
And  thy  healing  grace  implore, 
Blest  Redeemer,  bow  thine  ear, 
God,  my  strength,  propitious  hear. 


67 


L.  M.  6  1.       Wesley's  Col 


1  Forgive  us,  for  thy  mercy's  sake, 
Our  multitude  of  sins  forgive! 
Our  souls  for  thy  possession  take, 
And  bid  us  to  thy  glory  live  ; 

To  walk  in  light,  and  gladly  prove 
Our  faith  by  our  obedient  love. 

2  The  covenant  of  forgiveness  seal, 
And  all  thy  mighty  wonders  show  ! 
Our  hidden  enemies  expel, 

And  conquering  them  to  conquer  go, 
Till  all  our  pride  and  wrath  be  slain, 
And  not  one  evil  thought  remain  ! 


(>8.  L.  JVI.  Wat.-, 

1  Snow  pity,  Lord  ;  O  Lord,  forgive  ; 
Let  a  repenting  rebel  live  : 

Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free? 
May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  thee  1 

2  My  crimes  are  great,  but  can't  surpass 
The  power  and  glory  of  thy  grace  : 
Great  God,  thy  nature  hath  no  bound, 
So  let  thy  pardoning  love  be  found. 


REPENTANCE  AND  REFORMATION. 

O  wash  my  soul   from  every  sin, 
And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean  ; 
Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 
And  past  offences  pain  mine  eyes. 

Yet,  save  a  trembling  sinner,  Lord, 
Whose  hope  still  hovering  round  thy  word. 
Would  light  on  some  sweet  promise  there, 
Some  sure  support  against  despair. 


69. 


C.   M.  Montgomery 


1  O  God   of  grace,  we  come  to  thee, 

With  broken,  contrite  hearts; 
Give  what  thir\e  eye  delights  to  see, — 
Truth  in  the  inward  parts  : — 

2  Give  deep  humility  : — the  sense 

Of  godly  sorrow  give  ; 
A  strong  desiring  confidence, 
To  hear  thy  voice  and  live  ; — 

3  Patience,  to  watch,  and  wait,  and  weep, 

Though  mercy  long  delay  ; 
Courage,  our  fdinting  souls  to  keep, 
And  trust  thee,  though  thou  slay. 

4  Give  these, — and  then  thy  will  be  done  ; 

Thus  strengthened  with  all  might, 
We,  by  thy  Spirit  and  thy  Son, 
Shall  pray,  and  pray    aright. 


70. 


L.  M.  Montgomery. 

Return,  my  soul,  unto  thy  rest, 
From  vain  pursuits  and  maddening  cares; 
From  lonely  woes  that  wring  thy  breast, 
The  worlds  allurements,  toils  and  snares. 


REPENTANCE  AND  REFORMATION. 

2  Return  unto  thy  rest,  my  soul, 

From  all  the  wanderings  of  thy  thought 
From  sickness  unto  death  made  whole  ; 
Safe  through  a  thousand  perils  brought. 

3  Yes,  to  thy  rest,  my  soul,  return, 
From  passions  every  hour  at  strife  ; 
Sin's  works,  and  ways,  and  wages  spurn, 
Lay  hold  upon  eternal  life. 

4  God  is  thy  rest ; — with  heart  inclined 
To  keep  his  word,  that  word  believe; 
Christ  is  thy  rest ; — with  lowly  mind, 
His  light  and  easy  yoke  receive. 


71 


S.  M.  Watts. 


1  O  blessed  souls  are  they, 

Whose  sins  are  covered  o'er  ! 
Divinely  blest  to  whom  the  Lord 
Imputes  their  guilt  no  more  ! 

2  They  mourn  their  follies  past, 

And  keep  their  hearts  with  care  ; 
Their  lips  and  lives,  without  deceit, 
Shall  prove  their  faith  sincere. 

:3  While  I  concealed  my  guilt, 
1  felt  the  festering  wound  ; 
Till  I  confessed  my  sins  to  thee, 
And  ready  pardon  found. 

4  Let  sinners  learn  to  pray, 

Let  saints  keep  near  the  throne  ; 
Our  help  in  times  of  deep  distress 
Is  found  in  God  alone. 


REPENTANCE  AND  REFORMATION. 


72. 


S.  M.  Beddome. 


1  Thou  Lord  of  all  above 

And  all   below  the  sky, 
Before  thy  feet  I  prostrate  fall, 
And  for  thy  mercy  cry. 

2  Guilt,  like  a  heavy  load, 

Upon  my  conscience  lies  ; 
To  thee  I  make  my  sorrows  known, 
And  raise  my  weeping  eyes. 

3  The  burden  which  I  feel, 

Thou  only  canst  remove  ; 
Display,  O  Lord,  thy  pardoning  grace, 
And  thy  unbounded  love. 

4  One  gracious  look  of  thine 

Will  ease  my  troubled  breast ; 
O,  let  me  feel  my  sins  forgiven, 
And  I  shall  then  be  blest. 


73. 


C.  M.  C.  Wesley. 


1  Times  without  number  have  I  prayed, 

This  only  once  forgive  ; 
Relapsing  when  thy  hand  was  stayed, 
And  suffered  me  to  live. 

2  Yet  now  the  kingdom  of  thy  peace, 

Lord,  to  my  heart  restore  ; 
Forgive  my  vain  repentances, 
And  bid  me  sin  no  more. 


REPENTANCE  AND  REFORMATION. 


L.  M.  Doddridge. 


74. 

1  Return,  my  roving  heart,  return, 

And  life's  vain  shadows  chase  no  more  ; 
Seek  out  some  solitude  to  mourn, 
And  thy  forsaken  God  implore. 

2  O  thou  great  God,  whose  piercing  eye 

Distinctly  marks  each  deep  retreat, 

In  these  sequestered  hours  draw  nigh, 

And  let  me  here  thy  presence  greet. 

3  Through  all  the  windings  of  my  heart, 

My  search  let  heavenly  wisdom  guide. 
And  still  its  radiant  beams  impart, 
Till  all  be  known  and  purified. 

4  Then  let  the   visits   of  thy   love 

My  inmost  soul  be  made  to  share, 
Till  every  grace  combine  to  prove 

That  God  has  fixed   his  dwelling  there. 


75, 


S.  M. 


1  When  shall  thy  love  constrain, 

And  force  me  to  thy  breast  ? 
When  shall  my  soul  return  again 
To  her  eternal  rest? 

2  Ah,  what  avails  my  strife, 

My  wandering  to  and  fro  ? 
Thou  hast  the  words  of  endless  life 
Ah  !  whither  should  I  go  ! 

3  Thy  condescending  grace, 

To  me  did  freely  move; 
It  calls  me  still  to  seek  thy  face, 
And  stoops  to  ask  my  love. 


REPENTANCE  AND  REFORMATION. 

Lord,  at  thy  feet  I  fall, 

I  groan  to  be  set  free  ; 
I  fain  would  now  obey  the  call, 

And  give  up  all  for  thee. 


76.  C.  P.  M.         Ch.  Psalmody 

1  Lord,  thou  hast  won — at  length  I  yield, 
My 'heart  by  mighty  grace  compelled, 

Surrenders  all  to  thee  ; 
Against  thy  terrors  long  I  strove, 
But  who  can  stand  against  thy  love  ? — 

Love  conquers  even  me. 

2  If  thou  hadst  bid  thy  thunders  roll, 
And  lightnings  flash  to  blast  my  soul, 

I  still  had  stubborn  been  : 
But  mercy  has  my  heart  subdued, 
A  bleeding  Savior  I  have  viewed, 

And  now  I  hate  my  sin. 

3  Now,  Lord,  I  would  be  thine  alone, 
Come,  take  possession  of  thine  own. 

For  thou  hast  set  me  free  ; 
Released  from  Satan's  hard  command, 
See  all  my  powers  in  waiting  stand, 

To  be  employed  by  thee. 
4 


REPENTANCE  AND  REFORMATION. 


77. 


S.  M.  Ch.  Psalmody 


J   O  cease  !   my  wandering  soul, 
On  restless  wing  to  roam  ; 
All  this  wide    world,  to  either  pole, 
Has  not  for  thee  a  home. 

2  Behold  the  ark  of  God  ! 

Behold  the  open  door  ; 
Oh  !  haste  to  gain  that  dear  abode, 
And  rove,  my  soul,  no  more. 

3  There,  safe  thou  shalt  abide, 

There,  sweet  shall  be  thy  rest, 
And  every  longing  satisfied, 
With  full  salvation  blest. 


PERSONAL  RIGHTEOUSNESS. 


78. 


C.  M.      Tate  and  Brady 


I   God's  perfect  law  converts  the  soul, 
Reclaims  from  false  desires  ; 
With  sacred  wisdom  his  sure  word 
The  ignorant  inspires. 

•2  The  statutes  of  the  Lord   are  just, 
And  bring  sincere  delight ; 
His  pure  commands,  in  search  of  truth, 
Assist  the  feeblest  sight. 

3  But  what  frail  man  observes  how  oft 

He  does  from  virtue  fall? 
O  !  cleanse  me  from  my  secret  faults, 
Thou  God  that  knowest  them  all. 

4  Let  no  presumptuous  sin,  O  Lord, 

Dominion  have  o'er  me, 
That  by  thy  grace   preserved,  I  may 
The  great  transgression  flee. 


79. 


L.  M.  Mrs.  Steele. 


And  is  the  gospel  peace  and  love  ! 
Such  let  our  conversation  be  ; 
The  serpent  blended    with  the  dove, 
Wisdom  and  meek  simplicity. 
4* 


PERSONAL    RIGHTEOUSNESS. 

2  Whene'er  the  angry  passions  rise, 

And  tempt  our  thoughts  or  tongues  to  strife, 
On  Jesus  let  us  fix  our  eyes, 
Bright  pattern  of  the  Christian  life  ! 

3  O,  how  benevolent  and  kind  ! 
How  mild  !  how  ready  to  forgive  ! 
Be  his  the  temper  of  our  mind, 
And  his  the  rules  by  which  we  live. 

4  To  do  his  heavenly  Father's  will, 
Was  his  employment  and  delight  : 
Humility  and  holy  zeal 

Shone  through  his  life  divinely  bright  1 

5  Dispensing  good  where'er  he  came, 
The  labors  of  his  life  were  love  : 

[f  then  we  love  the  Savior's  name, 
Let  Ins  divine  example  move. 


80. 


C.  M.  Doddki m. I. 


1    Awake,  my  soul  !  stretch  every  nerve, 
And  press  with  vigor  on; 
A  heavenly  race  demands  thy  zeal, 
And  an  immortal   crown. 

'2  A  cloud  of  witnesses  around, 
Hold  thee  in   full  survey  : 
Forget  the  steps  already  trod, 
And  onward  urge  thy  way. 

3  'Tis  God's  all   animating  voice 
That  calls  thee   from  on  high  ; 
'Tis  his  own  hand  presents  the  prize 

To  thine  aspiring  eye  ; — 


PERSONAL    RIGHTEOUSNESS. 

4  That  prize  with  peerless  glories  bright, 
Which  shall  new  lustre  boast, 
When  victors'  wreaths  and  monarchs'  gems, 
.Must  blend  in  common  dust. 


81 


L.  M.         Mrs.  Barbauld. 

1  Awake,  my  soul  !  lift  up  thine  eye-  : 
See  where  thy  foes  against  thee  rise, 
In  long  array  a  numerous  host ; 
Awake,  my  soul  !  or  thou  art  lost. 

2  Here  giant  danger  threatening  stands, 
Mustering  his  pale,  terrific  bands: 
There  pleasure's  silken  banners  spread, 
And  willing  souls  are  captive  led. 

where  rebellious  passions  rage. 
And  fierce  desires  and  lusts  engage  ; 
The  meanest    foe  of  all  the  train 
Has  thousands  and  ten  thousands  slain. 

4  Thou  tread'st  upon  enchanted  ground  ; 
Deceitful  snares  beset  thee  round  : 
Beware  of  all :  guard  every  part  ; 
But  most  the  traitor  in  thv  heart. 


82. 


C.  P.  M.         Wesley's  Col. 

3    Be  it  my  only  wisdom  here, 
To  serve  the  Lord  with  filial  fear, 

With  loving  gratitude  : 
Superior  strength  may  I  display, 
By  shunning  every  evil  way. 
\nd  walking  in  the  good, 


PERSONAL    RIGHTEOUSNESS. 

O  may  I  still  from  sin  depart  ; 
A  wise  and  understanding  heart, 

Father,  to  me  be  given  ; 
And  let  me  through  thy  Spirit  know 
To  glorify  my  God  below, 

And  find  my  way  to  heaven. 


83 


P.  M.  Ticknor's  Col 

1  This  world  is  not  a  fleeting  show, 

For  man's  illusion  given; 
He  that  hath  soothed  a  widow's  woe. 
Or  wiped  an  orphan's  tear,  doth  know, 

There's  something  here  of  heaven. 

2  And  he  who  walks  life's  thorny  way, 

With  feelings  calm  and  even, 
Whose  path  is  lit,  from  day  to  day, 
By  virtue's  bright  and  steady  ray, 

Feels  something  here  of  heaven. 

15  He  who  the  Christian  course  hath  run, 
And  all  his  foes  forgiven, 
Hath  measured  out  this  life's  short  span, 
In  love  to  God  and  love  to  man, 
On  earth  has  tasted  heaven. 


84.  L.  M.  Wotton. 

»     1    How  happy  is  he  born  or  taught, 
Who  serveth  not  another's  will  ; 
Whose  armor  is  his    honest  thought, 
And  simple  truth  his  highest  skill  : 

2   Whose  passions  not  his  masters  are: 
Whose  soul  is  still  prepared  for  death  ; 
Not  tied  unto  the  world  with  care 
Of  prince's  ear  or  vulgar  breath  : 


«  PERSONAL    RIGHTEOUSNESS. 

:J  Who  God  doth  late  and  early  pray 
More  of  his  grace  than  goods  to  lend, 
And  walks  with   man  from  day  to  day. 
As  with  a  brother  and   a  friend. 


85. 


C.  M.     Tate  and  Brady, 


1  Lord,  who's  the  happy  man,  that  may 
To  thy  blest  courts  repair; 
Not  stranger-like,  to  visit  them, 
But  to  inhabit  there  ? 

*2  'Tis  he  whose  every  thought  and  deed, 
By  rules  of  virtue  moves; 
Whose  generous  tongue  disdains  to  speak 
The  thing  his  heart  disproves. 

3  Who  never  did  a  slander  forge, 

His  neighbor's  fame  to  wound, 
Nor  hearken  to  a  false  report, 
By  malice  whispered  round. 

4  Who  vice,  in  all  its  pomp  and  power, 

Can  treat  with  just  neglect  ; 
And  piety,  though  clothed  in  rags, 
Religiously  respect. 

5  Who  to  his  plighted  vows  and  trust, 

Has  ever  firmly  stood  ; 
And  though  he  promise  to  his  loss, 
Yet  makes  his  promise  good. 


86. 


C.  M.  Beddome. 


1    Am  I  an  Israelite  indeed, 
Without  a  false  disguise  ? 
Have  I  renounced  my  sins,  and  left 
My  refuges  of  lies  ? 


PERSONAL    RIGHTEOUSNESS. 

2  Say,  does  my  heart  unchanged  remain, 

Or  is  it  formed  anew  ? 
What  is  the  rule  by  which  I  walk, 
The  object  I  pursue  ? 

3  Cause  me,  O  God  of  truth  and  grace, 

My  real  state  to  know  ; 
If  1  am  wrong,  O  set  me  right ; 
If  right,  preserve  me  so. 


87.  C.  M.  Roscoe. 

1  This  is  the  first  and  great  command — 

To  love  thy  God  above ; 
And  this  the  second — as    thyself 
Thy  neighbor  thou  shalt  love. 

2  Who  is  my  neighbor  ?     He  who  wants 

The  help  which  thou  canst  give  ; 
And  both  the  law  and  prophets  say, 
This  do,  and  thou  shalt  live. 


Oo,  L.  M.  Drummond 

1  As  body  when  the  soul  has  fled, 
As  barren  trees,  decayed  and  dead, 
Is  faith  ;  a  hopeless,  lifeless  thing, 
If  not  of  righteous  deeds  the  spring. 

2  One  cup  of  healing  oil  and  wine, 
One  tear-drop  shed  on  mercy's  shrine, 
Is  thrice  more  grateful,  Lord,  to  thee, 
Than  lifted  eye  or  bended  knee. 

3  To  doers  only  of  the  word, 
Propitious  is  the  righteous  Lord  ; 

He  hears  their  cries,  accepts  their  prayers, 
Binds  up  their  wounds,   and    soothes  their 
cares. 


PERSONAL    RIGHTEOUSNESS. 


89.  L-  M.  Watts. 

1  Had  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews, 
'    And  nobler  speech  than  angels  use, 

If  love  be  absent,  I  am  found, 
Like  tinkling  brass,  an  empty  sound. 

2  Were  I  inspired  to  preach  and  tell 
All  that  is  done  in  heaven  and  hell  ; 
Or  could  my  faith  the  world  remove, 
Still,  I  am  nothing  without  love. 

3  Should  I  distribute  all  my  store, 
To  feed  the  cravings  of  the  poor  ; 
Or  give  my  body  to  the  flame, 

To  gain  a  martyr's  glorious  name  ; 

4  If  love  to  God  and  love  to  men 
Be  absent,  all  my  hopes  are  vain  : 
Nor  tongues,  nor  gifts,  nor  fiery  zeal, 
The  works  of  love  can  e'er  fulfil. 


90 


7s  M. 

Lord,  what  offering  shall  we  bring, 
At  thine  altar  when  we  bow  1 
Hearts,  the  pure  unsullied  spring, 
Whence  the  kind  affections  flow  ; 
Soft  compassion's  feeling  soul, 
By  the  melting  eye  expressed  ; 
Sympathy,  at  whose  control, 
Sorrow  leaves  the  wounded  breast ; 

Willing  hands  to  lead  the  blind, 
Bind  the  wounded,  feed  the  poor ; 
Love  embracing  all  our  kind, 
Charity  with  liberal  store  : 


PERSONAL  RIGHTEOUSNESS. 

Teach  us,  O  thou  heavenly  King, 
Thus  to  show  our  grateful  mind, 
Thus  the  accepted  offering  bring, 
Love  to  thee,  and  all  mankind. 


91.  L   M.  Watts. 

1  So  let  our  lips  and  lives  express 
The  holy  gospel  we  profess  ; 

So  let  our  works  and  virtues  shine, 
To  prove  the  doctrine  all  divine. 

2  Thus  shall  we  best  proclaim  abroad 
The  honours  of  our  Savior,  God, 
When  his  salvation  reigns  within, 
And  grace  subdues  the  power  of  sin. 

3  Our  flesh  and  sense  must  be  denied, 
Passion  and  envy,  lust  and  pride  ; 
While  justice,  temperance,  truth  and  love, 
Our  inward  piety  approve. 


92.  L.  M.  Scott. 

1  Tii'   uplifted  eye,   and  bended  knee, 
Are  but  vain  homage  ,Lord,  to  thee  : 
In  vain  our  lips  thy  praise  prolong, 
The  heart  a  stranger  to  the  song. 

2  Can  rites,  and  forms,  and  flaming  zeal 
The  breaches  of  thy  precepts  heal  ? 

Or  fasts  and  penance  reconcile 
Thy  justice,  and  obtain  thy  smile  I 


PERSONAL    RIGHTEOUSNESS. 

3  The  pure,  the  humble,  contrite  mind, 
Sincere,  and  to  thy  will  resigned, 
To  thee  a  nobler  offering  yields, 
Than  Sheba's  groves,  or  Sharon's  fields. 

4  Love  God  and  man — this  great  command 
Doth  on  eternal  pillars  stand  ; 

This  did  thine  ancient  prophets  teach, 
And  this  thy  well-beloved  preach. 


93. 


L.  M.  Ref.  Liturgy. 


1  If  high  or  low  our  station  be, 
Of  noble  or  ignoble  name, 

By  uncorrupt  integrity, 

Thy  blessing  Lord  we  humbly  claim. 

2  The  upright  man  no  want  shall  fear; 
Thy  providence  shall  be  his  trust  ; 
Thou  wilt  provide  his  portion  here, 
Thou  friend  and  guardian  of  the  just. 

3  May  we,  with  most  sincere  delight, 
To  all    the  test  of  duty  pay  ; 
Regardful  of  each  social  right, 
Obedient  to  thy  righteous  sway. 


94. 


C.  M.  W. 


1  Let  Pharisees  of  high  esteem 

Their  faith  and  zeal   declare, 
All  their  religion  is  a  dream, 
If  love  be  wanting  there. 

2  Love  suffers  long  with  patient  eye, 

Xor  is  provoked  in  haste  ; 

She  lets  the  present  injury  die, 

And  long  forgets  the  past. 


PERSONAL    RIGHTEOUSNESS. 

She  lays  her  own  advantage  by, 
To  seek  her  neighbor's  good  ; 

So  God's  own  Son  came  down  to  die, 
And  save  us  by  his  blood. 

Love  is  the  grace  that  keeps  her  power 

In  all  the  realms   above; 
There  faith  and  hope  are  known  no  more, 

But  saints  forever  love. 


95.  L.    M.  Watts. 

1  Thus  saith  the  first,  the  great  command, 
'  Let  all  thy  inward  powers  unite 

To  love  thy  Maker  and  thy  God, 
With  sacred  fervor  and  delight. 

2  '  Then  shall  thy  neighbor  next  in  place, 
Share  thine  affections  and  esteem  ; 
And  let  thy  kindness  to  thyself 
Define  and  rule  thy  love  to  him.' 

3  This  is  the  sense  that  Moses  spoke, 
This  did  the  prophets  preach  and  prove; 

-  For  want  of  this  the  law  is  broke, 
And  all  the  law'*  fulfill'd  by  love. 

4  But  O,  how  base  our  passions  are  ! 
How  cold  our  charity  and  zeal  ! 
Lord,  fill  our  souls  with  heavenly  fire, 
Or  we  shall  ne'er  perform  thy  will. 


96.  C.  M.  Conn's  Col. 

1    Who  is  thy  neighbor  ?  he  whom  thou 
Hast  power  to  aid  or  bless  ; 
Whose  aching  heart  or  burnincr  brow 
Thy  soothing  hand  may  press. 


PERSONAL    RIGHTEOUSNESS. 

2  Thy  neighbor  ?  'tis  the  fainting  poor. 

Whose  eve  with  want  is  dim ; 
O,  enter  thou  his  humble  door, 
With  aid  and  peace  for  him. 

3  Thy  neighbor  ?  'tis  the  weary  slave, 

Fettered  in  mind  and  limb; 
He  hath  no  hope  this  side  the  grave  : 
Go  thou,  and  ransom  him. 

4  Thy  neighbor?  pass  no  mourner  by; 

Perhaps  thou  canst  redeem 

A  breaking  heart  from  misery  ; 

Go,  share  thy  lot  with  him. 


9  #  •  C-  M.  Needham. 

1  Happy  the  man,  whose  cautious  steps 

Still  keep  the  golden  mean  ; 
Whose  life,  by  wisdom's  rules  well  formed. 
Declares  a  conscience  clean. 

2  What  blessings  bounteous  Heaven  bestows, 

He  takes  with  thankful  heart ; 
With  temp' ranee  he  both  eats  and  drinks, 
And  gives  the  poor  a  part. 

3  To  sect  or  party  his  large  soul 

Disdains  to  be  confined  ; 
The  good  he  loves  of  every  name, 
And  prays  for  all  mankind. 

4  His  business  is  to  keep  his  heart; 

Each  passion  to  control ; 
Nobly  ambitious  well  to  rule 

The  empire  of  his  soul. 
o  Not  on  the  world  his  heart  is  set, 

His  treasure  is  above; 
Nor  aught  beneath  the  sovereign  o-ood 

Can  claim  his  highest  love. 


VI.     MKKKNKSS  AND  HUMILITY. 


<>8. 


L.  M.  Eni 


I  Wherefore  should  man,  frail  child  of  clay, 

Who  from  the  cradle  to  the  shroud, 

Lives  but  the  insect  of  a  day — 

()  why  should   mortal   man  be  proud? 

'2  Follies  and  crimes,  a  countless  sum, 
Are  crowded  in  life's  little  span  : 
How  ill,  alas,  does  pride  become 
That  erring,  guilty  creature,  man  ! 

;?  God  of  my  life,  Father  divine  ! 
Give  me  a  meek  and  lowly  mind  : 
In    modest   worth,  ()  let  me  shine, 
And  peace  in  humble  virtue  find. 


99. 


S.  M. 


1  Blest  are  the  meek,'  he  said, 
Whose  doctrine  is  divine  ; 

The  humble-minded  earth  possess, 
And  bright  in  heaven  shall  shine. 

The  God  of  peace  is  theirs  ; 

They  own  his  gracious  sway  ; 
And  yielding  all  their   wills  to  him, 

J  lis  sovereign  laws  obey. 


MEEKNESS    AND    HUMILITY. 


3  No  angry  passions  move, 

No  envy  fires  the  breast  ; 
The  prospect  of  eternal  peace, 
Bids  every  trouble  rest. 

4  O  gracious  Father,  grant 

That  we  this  influence  feel, 
That  all  we  hope,  or  wish,  may  be 
Subjected  to  thy  will. 


100. 


C.  M 


1  Is  there  ambition  in  my  heart  ? 

Search,  gracious  God,  and  see  ; 
Or  do  I  act  a  haughty  part  ? 
Lord,  I  appeal  to  thee. 

2  Whate'er  thine  all-discerning  eye 

Sees  for  thy  creature  fit, 
I'll  bless  the  good,  and  to  the  ill 
Contentedly  submit. 

3  With  humble  pleasure  let  me  view 

The  prosperous;  and  the  great ; 
Malignant  envy  let  me  fly, 
And  odious  self-conceit. 

4  Let  not  despair,  nor  fell  revenge 

Be  to  my  bosom  known  ; 
O  give  me  tears   for  others'   wo, 
And  patience  for  my  own  ! 


Watts. 


101.  L.  M.  Watts 

]    Blest  are  the  humble  souls  that  see 
Their  emptiness  and  poverty  ; 
Treasures  of  grace  to  them  are  given, 
And  crowns  of  joy  laid  up  in  heaven. 


MEEKNESS    AND    HUMILITY. 

2  Blest  are  the  men  of  broken  heart, 
Who  mourn  for  sin  with  inward  smart, 
The  love  of  Christ  divinely  flows 

A  healing  balm  for  all  their  woes. 

3  Blest  are  the  meek,  who  stand  afar 
From  rage  and  tumult,  noise  and  war, 
God  will  secure  their  happy  state, 
And  plead  their  cause  against  the  great. 


102. 


L.   M.  Watts. 


Thus  saith  the  high  and  lofty  One, 
'  I  sit  upon  my  holy  throne; 
My  name  is  God — I  dwell  on  high, — 
Dwell  in  mine  own  eternity. 

'  But  I  descend  to  worlds  below, 
On  earth  I  have  a  mansion  too  : 
The  humble  spirit  and  contrite 
Is  an  abode  of  my  delight. 

■  The  humble  soul  my  words  revive, 
I  bid  the  mourning  sinner  live  : 
Heal  all  the  broken  hearts  I  find, 
And  ease  the  sorrows  of  the  mind.1 


103.  c.  M. 

1  O,  what  a  lovely  thing  to  see 

A  man  of  prudent  heart ; 
Whose  thoughts,  and  lips,  and  life  agree 
To  aet  the  Christian    part. 

2  When  envy,  strife  and  war  begin 

In  little  angry  souls, 
Mark  how  the  sons  of  peace  come  in, 
And  quench  the  kindling  coals. 


MEEKNESS    AND    HUMILITY. 

3  Their  minds  are  humble,  mild  and  meek. 

Nor  does  their  anger  rise  ; 
Nor  passion  move  their  lips  to  speak, 
Nor  pride  exalt  their  eyes. 

4  Their  lives  are  prudence  mixed  with  love ; 

Good  works  employ  their  day; 
They  blend  the  serpent  with  the  dove, 
But  cast  the  sting  away. 
5 


VII.    LOVE,  PITY.  FORGIVENESS. 


104. 


L.  M.  Scott. 


1  Happy  the  meek,  whose  gentle  breast, 
Clear  as  the  summer-evening  ray, 
Calm  as  the  regions  of  the  blest, 
Enjoys  on  earth  celestial  day. 

2  His  heart  no  broken  friendships  sting, 
No  storms  his  peaceful  tent  invade; 
He  rests  beneath  the  Almighty  wing, 
Hostile  to  none,  of  none  afraid. 

3  Spirit  of  grace!   all  meek  and  mild, 
Inspire  our  breasts,  our  souls  possess, 
Repel  each  passion  rude  and  wild, 
And  bless  us,  as  we  aim  to  bles^. 


105.  C.  M-  Mrs.  Barbauld. 

1  Blf.st  is  the  man   whose  tender  heart 

Feels  all  another's  pain  ; 
To  whom  the  supplicating  eye 
Was  never  raised  in  vain  : 

2  Whose  breast  expands  with  generous  warmth, 

A  stranger's  wo  to  feel  ; 
And  bleeds  in  pity  o'er  the  wound 
He  wants  the  power  to  heal. 


LOVE,    PITY,     FORGIVENESS. 

3  He  spreads  his  kind  supporting  arms 

To  every  child  of  grief; 
His  secret  bounty  largely  flows, 
And  brings  unasked  relief. 

4  To  gentle  offices  of  love, 

His  feet  are  never  slow  ; 
He  views,  through  mercy's  melting  eve, 
A  brother  in  a  foe. 


106. 


C.  M.  Doddridge 


1   Father  of  mercies,  send  thy  grace, 
All-powerful  from  above, 
To  form  in  our  obedient  souls 
The  image  of  thy  love. 

%2  O  may  our  sympathizing  breasts 
That  generous  pleasure  know, 
Kindly  to  share  another's  joy, 
And  weep  for  others'  woe. 

3  Whene'er  the  helpless  sons  of  want 

In  low  distress  are  laid, 
Soft  be  our  hearts  their  pains  to  feel, 
And  swift  our  hands  to  aid. 

4  So  Jesus  looked  on  wretched  man, 

When  seated  in  the  skies  ; 
Amidst  the  glories  of  that  world, 
He  felt  compassion  rise. 

5  On  wings  of  love  the  Savior  flew, 

To  raise  us  from  the  ground  ; 
And  shed  his  rich  and  precious  blood, 
A  balm  for  every  wound. 
5* 


LOVE,    PITY,   FORGIVENESS. 


107. 


C.  M.  PitorD. 


The  man  of  charity  extends 

To  all  a  liberal    hand  ; 
His  kindred,  neighbors,  foes  and  friend; 

His  pity  may  command. 

He  aids  the  poor  in  their  distress, 
•  He  hears  when  they  complain ; 
With  tender  heart  delights  to  bless, 
And  lessen  all  their  pain. 

The  sick,  the  prisoner,  poor  and  blind, 

And  all  the  sons  of  grief, 
In  him  a  benefactor  find  ; 

He  loves  to  give  relief. 

Then  let  ns  all  in  love  abound, 

And  charity  pursue  ; 
Thus  shall  we  be  with  glory  crowned, 

And  love  as  angels  do. 


108. 


L.  M.  Salisbury  Col 


O  Gon,  our  Father  and  our  King, 
Of  all  we  have  or  hope,  the  spring  ; 
Send  down  thy  Spirit  from  above, 
And  fill  our  hearts  with  holy  love. 

May  we  from  every  act  abstain 
That  hurts,  or  gives  our  neighbor  pain 
And  every  secret  wish  suppress 
That  would  abridge  his  happiness. 

Still  may  we  find  our  hearts  inclined 
To  act  the  friend  to  all  mankind  ; 
Still  seek  their  safety,  health  and  ease, 
Their  virtue  and  eternal  peace. 


l.OVE,    PITY,    FORGIVENESS. 

With  pity  may  our  breasts  o'erflow, 
When  we  behold  a  wretch  in  wo  ; 
And  bear  a  sympathizing  part 
With  all  who  are  of  heavy  heart. 

Let  love  in  all  our  conduct  shine, 
An  image  fair,  though  faint,  of  thine 
Thus  may  we  his  disciples  prove, 
"Who  came  to  manifest  thy  love. 


S.  M.  A.  Ballou 


109. 

1  Breathe,  Father,  through  my  soul 
Thy  Spirit's  balmy  breath, 
And  all  anew  its  structure  mould, 
An  image  of  thyself. 

'2  Ignite  the  generous  glow 
Of  sympathetic  fire, 
And  make  my  bosom  overflow 
With  merciful  desire. 

:>  Then  will  another's  bliss 
Become  my  chief  delight; 
Whate'er  occurs  to  him  amiss 
My  pitying  breast  excite. 

4  Then  smile  will  answer  smile, 
And  tear  respond  to  tear  ; 
Nor  envy's  foul  envenomed  guile 
My  conscience  ever  sear. 


110. 


S.   M.  Enfield. 


]   I  hear  a  voice  of  wo  ! 
I  hear  a  brother's  sigh ! 
Then  let  my  heart  with  pity  flow, 
With  tears  of  love  mine  eye. 


LOVE,    PITY,    FORGIVENESS. 

2  I  hear  the  thirsty  cry  ! 

The  hungry  beg  for  bread  ! 
Then  let  my  spring  its  stream  supply, 
My  hand  its  bounty  shed. 

3  The  debtor  humbly  sues, 

Who  would  but  cannot  pay  ; 
And  shall  I  lenity  refuse, 
Who  need  it  every  day  ? 

4  If  not,  how  shall  I  dare 

Appear  before  thy  face, 
Great  God  !  and  how  present  the  prayer 
For  thy  forgiving  grace  ! 


111. 


L.  M.  Smart. 


1  Let  men  of  high  conceit  and  zeal 
Their  fervor  and  their  faith  proclaim  ; 
If  charity  be  wanting  still, 

The  rest  is  but  a  sounding  name. 

2  Patient  and  meek,  she  suffers  long, 
And  slowly  her  resentments  rise  ; 
She  soon  forgets  the  greatest  wrong, 
And  soon  the  passion  dies. 

3  This  is  the  grace  that  reigns  on  high, 
And  will  forever  brightly  burn, 
When  hope  shall  in  enjoyment  die, 
And  faith  to  full  fruition  turn. 


LOVE,    PITY,    FORGIVENESS. 


112. 


M.         J.  A.  Fletcher. 


1   Give  as  God  hath  given  thee, 
With  a  bounty  large  and  free  ; 
If  he  hath,  with  liberal  hand, 
Given  wealth  at  thy  command, 
From  the  fulness  of  thy  store, 
Give  thy  needy  brother  more. 

42  Hearts  there  are  with  grief  oppressed 
Forms,  in  tattered  raiment  dressed 
Homes,  where  want  and  wo  abide 
Dens,  where  vice  and  misery  hide 
With  a  bounty  large   and  free, 

.  Give  as  God  hath  given  thee. 

3  Wealth  is  thine,  to  aid  and  bless, 
Strength  to  succor  and  redress  ; 
Bear  thy  weaker  brother's  part, 
Strong  of  hand  and  strong  of  heart ; 
Be  thy  portion  large  or  small, 
Give  !   for  God  doth  give  thee  all. 


113, 


C.  M. 


1  Why  should  I  pause,  when  at  my  door 

A  shivering  mortal  stands, 
To  ask  the  cause  that  made  him  poor, 
Or  why  he  help  demands? 

2  Why  should  I  spurn  that  brother's  prayer 

For  faults  he  once  has  known  ; 
Or  coldly  leave  him  in   despair, 
And  say  that  I  have  none? 


LOVE,  PITY,  FORGIVENESS. 

3  The  voice  of  Charity  is  kind, 

She  seeketh   nothing    wrong, 
To  every  fault  she  seemeth   blind. 
Nor  raunteth  with  her  tongue. 

4  In  penitence  she  pleadeth  faith, 

Hope  smileth  at  the  door, 
Believeth  first,  then  softly  saith, 
Go,  brother,  sin  no  more. 


114. 


llsM.  Patten 


1  Chide  mildly  the  erring  !    kind    language   en- 

dears ; 
Grief  follows  the  sinful — add  not  to  their  tears; 
Forbear  with  reproaches    fresh  pain  to  bestow  ; 
The  heart    which    is   stricken    needs  never  a 

blow. 

2  Chide  mildly  the  erring!  jeer  not  at  their  fall  ! 
If    strength     were    but    human,    how    weakly 

were  all ! 
What  marvel  that  footsteps  should  wander  astray, 
When  tempests  so  darken  life's  wearisome  way  ! 

:*  Chide    mildly    the   erring  !  entreat    them   with 
care  ! 
Their  natures  are  mortal,  they  need  not  despair: 
We  all  have  some  frailty,  we  all  are  unwise, 
And    the  grace  which  redeems   us   must  shine 
from  the  skies. 


LOVE,    PITY,    FORGIVENESS. 


115. 


P.  M.  A.  Ballou. 


1  Full  often  to  our  God  we  pray, 

1  O,  forgive  !  O,  forgive  ; 
Take  all  our  load  of  guilt  away, 

O,  forgive  !  O,  forgive  !' 
And  this  must  be  our  daily  care 
Till  not  a  stain  of  sin  we  bear  : 
We  still  must  breathe  the  contrite  prayer, 

'  O,  forgive  !  O,  forgive  !' 

2  But  dare  we  for  ourselves  thus  plead — 

■  O,  forgive  !  O,  forgive  !' 
And  yet  our  brother's  inj'rous  deed 

Not  forgive,  not  forgive  ? 
May  we  his  suppliant  look  despise, 
And  spurn  his  penitential  cries, 
While  we  repeat,  with  lifted  eyes — 

'O,  forgive  !  O,  forgive  !' 

3  Hath  not  the  Father  said  from  heaven, — 

'  Who  forgives,  who  forgives, 
In  heart,  shall   be  himself  forgiven 

All  his  sins,  all   his  sins  V 
And  he  who  not  forgives  shall  call 
In  vain  upon  the  Lord  of  all 
His  own  poor  soul  to  disenthrall, 

To  forgive,  to  forgive. 


116. 


llsM.  CoLESWORTHY 


1   Go  to  thy  brother,  now  feeble  and  low — 

With  words  of  compassion,  go  quickly,  go,  go  ; 
Go  tell  him  there's  mercy  and  kindness  in  store, 
If  he  will  stand  up  and  sin  nevermore. 


LOVE,    PITY,    FORGIVENESS. 

2  O  do  not  reproach  him  because  he  has  erred — 
Nor  frown  on  his  weakness,   nor  speak  a  harsh 

word  : 
But  go  to  thy  brother,  faint,  feeble  and  low, 
And  yet  thou  wilt  save  him — go  quickly  ;  go,  go. 

3  See — see  ! — his    eyes  brighten,    his  spirits   re- 

vive— 
Some  feeling  of  manhood  in  him  is  alive  ; 
Speak    softly — speak  gently — thou'lt  save    him 

I  know  ; 
God's  love  is  yet  in  you — go  quickly,  go,  go. 

4  lie   sees    you — he    hears    you — a    blessing    he 

craves 
On  the  head    of  the    angel    who    cometh    and 

saves. 
List!    mercy  he  asks,  with  hands  to  the  skies. 
As  from  his  deep  anguish  he  struggles  to  rise. 


L.  M.  Wat 


117. 

1  Blest  is  the  man  whose  tender  care 
Relieves  the  poor  in  iheir  distress  ; 
Whose  pity  wipes  the  widow's  tear, 
Whose  hand  supports  the  fatherless. 

2  His  heart  contrives  for  their  relief 
More  good  than  his  own  hands  can  do  ; 
lie  in  the  time  of  general  grief 

Shall  find  the  Lord  has  pity  too. 

3  His  soul  shall  live  secure  on  earth, 
,  With  secret  blessings  on  his  head, 

When  drought,  and  pestilence,  and  dearth, 
Around  him  multiply  their  dead. 


LOVE,    PITY,    FORGIVENESS. 

4  Or  if  he  languish  on  his  couch, 
God  will  pronounce  his  sins  forgiven  : 
Will  save  him  with  a  healing  touch, 
Or  take  his  willing  soul  to  heaven. 


118.  10s&,GsiU. 

1  Must  I  my  faith  in  Jesus  constant  show, 
By  love  like  his  to  all,  both  friend  and  foe  ? 

To  all,  both  friend  and  foe. 

2  When  men  of  hate  conspire  to  treat  me  ill, 
Must  I  return  them  good,  and  bless  them  still  ? 

O  yes,  and  bless  them  still. 

3  Although  my  name  and  character  they  tear, 
Must  I  eschew  revenge,  and  still  forbear  ? 

O  yes,  and  still  forbear. 

4  And  wilt  thou  ne'er  permit  me,  heavenly  Dove, 
Aught  else  to  manifest  through  life  but  love? 

Nought  else  through  life  but  love. 

5  Amen,  my  heart  responds,  then  be  it  so, 
Thy  will  be  mine,  and  thine  my  weal  or  woe  ; 

Fear  not  in  weal  or  woe. 


VIII.    CONTRITE  ASPIRATIONS. 


119. 


C.  M.  Watts. 


1  My  soul  lies  cleaving  to  the  dust, 
Lord,  give  me  life  divine; 
From  vain  desires  and  every  lust 
Turn  off  these  eyes  of  mine. 

:l  Are  not  thy  mercies  sovereign  still  ? 
And  thou  a  faithful  God  ? 
Wilt  thou  not  grant  me  warmer  zeal 
To  run  the  heavenly  road  1 

3  Does  not  my  heart  thy  precepts  love  ? 

And  long  to  see  thy  face  ? 
And  yet  how  slow  my  spirits  move, 
Without  enlivening  grace. 

4  Then  shall  I  love  thy  gospel  more, 

And  ne'er  forget  thy  word, 
When  I  have  felt  thy  quickening  power 
To  draw  me  near  the  Lord. 


12a 


C.  M.  Wa 


TTS. 


O  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways, 

To  keep  his  statutes  still  ! 
O  that  the  Lord  would  grant  me  grace 

To  know  and  do  his  will ! 


CONTRITE    ASPIRATIONS. 

2  Send  thy  good  Spirit,  Lord,  to  write 

Thy  law  upon  my  heart, 
Nor  let  my  tongue  indulge  deceit, 
Nor  act  the  liar's  part. 

3  From  vanity  turn  off  mine  eyes, 

Let  no  corrupt  design, 
Nor  covetous  desires  arise 
Within  this  heart  of  mine. 

4  My  soul  hath  gone  too  far  astray, 

My  feet  too  often  slide  ; 
O  bring  me  back  to  virtue's  way, 
And  be  thy  truth  my  guide. 


121.  S    M. 

1  Astonished  and  distressed 


I  turn  mine  eyes  within  ; 
My  heart  with  loads  of  guilt  oppressed, 
The  seat  of  restless  sin. 

What  crowds  of  evil  thoughts, 

What  vile  affections  there  ! 
Distrust,  presumption,  artful  guile, 

Pride,  envy,  slavish  fear. 

Almighty  King  of  saints, 

These  tyrant  lusts  subdue  ; 
Expel  the  darkness  of  my  mind, 

And  all  my  powers  renew. 

O  then  my  cheerful  voice 

Shall  loud  hosannas  raise  ; 
My  soul  shall  glow  with  gratitude, 

My  lips  proclaim  thv  praise. 


122. 


CONTRITE  ASPIRATIONS. 


L.  M.  W 


ATTS. 


1   Renew  me,  O  my  God,  within, 
And  form  my  soul  averse  to  sin  ; 
Let  thy  good  Spirit  not  depart, 
Nor  hide  thy  presence  from  my  heart. 

'2  I  cannot  live  without  thy  light, 

Cast  out  and  banished  from  thy  sight 
Thy  holy  joys,  O  God,  restore, 
And  guard  me  that  I  fall  no  more. 

3  A  broken  heart,  my  God,  my  King, 
Is  all  the  sacrifice  I  bring  ; 
And,  Father,  thou  wilt  ne'er  despise 
A  contrite  heart  for  sacrifice. 


C.  M.  A.  Ballou. 


123. 

1  O  Lord,  our  scanty  faith  we  mourn, 

So  languid   weak  and  dim  ; 
We  scarce  perceive  the  heavenly  bourn, 
And  faint  in  every  limb. 

2  Far  down  thy  holy  mountain's  side, 

With  Alps  on  Alps  above, 
Vast  distances  our  tents  divide 
From  thy  bright  throne  of  Love. 

3  How  can  we  climb  these  rucked  height*. 

And  gain  those  sinless  skies, 
Till  grace  our  dormant  will  excites 
To  grasp  th'  immortal  prize  ? 

4  Rend  off,  O  Lord,  this  sensual  shroud, 

That  binds  the  torpid  soul, 
By  faith  eternal  things  uncloud, 
And  speed  us  to  our  goal. 


CONTRITE  ASPIRATIONS. 


Then  shall  our  darkness  turn  to  light, 
Our  rough  ascent  grow  smooth, 

And.  tottering  weakness,  clothed  with  might, 
At  length  triumphant  prove. 


124 


C.  M.  Cowper. 


1  O  !  for  a  closer  walk  with  God, 

A  calm  and  heavenly  frame; 

A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road, 

That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 

2  What  peaceful  hours  I  once  enjoyed, 

How  sweet  their  mem'ry  still  ; 
But  they  liave  left  an  aching  void, 
The  world  can  never  fill. 

3  Return,  O  holy  Dove,  return, 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest  ; 
I  hate  the  sins^that  made  thee  mourn, 
And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 

4  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 

Whate'er  that  idol  be, 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  the  throne, 
And  worship  only  thee. 


125.  S.  M.  Wesley's  Col. 

1   T  want  a  sober  mind, 

A  self  renouncing  will, 
That  tramples  down  and  casts  behind, 

The  baits  of  pleasing  ill ; 
A  soul  inured  to  pain, 

To  hardship,  grief  and  loss, 
Bold  to  embrace,  firm  to  sustain 

The  consecrated  cross. 


CONTRITE  ASPIRATIONS. 

2  I  want  a  godly  fear, 

A  quick  discerning  eye, 
That  looks  to  thee  when  sin  is  near, 

And  makes  the  tempter  fly  ; 
A  spirit  still  prepared, 

And  armed  with  jealous  care, 
For  ever  standing  on  its  guard, 

And  watching  unto  prayer. 

3  I  want  a  true  regard, 

A  single,  steady  aim, 
Unmoved  by  threatening  or  reward, 

To  thee  and  thy  great  name ; 
A  zealous,  just  concern 

For  thine  immortal  praise; 
A  pure  desire  that  all  may  learn, 

And  glorify  thy  grace. 


126. 


C.  M,  W 


ATTS. 


1  God  is  a  Spirit,  just  and  wise, 

He  sees  our  inmost  mind  ; 
In  vain  to  heaven  we  raise  our  cries, 
And  leave  our  souls  behind. 

2  Nothing  but  truth  before  his  throne 

With  honor  can  appear  ; 
The  painted  hypocrites  are  known 
Through  the  disguise  they  wear. 

3  Their  lifted  eyes  salute  the  skies, 

Their  bended  knees  the  ground  ; 
But  God  abhors  the  sacrifice 
Where  not  the  heart  is  found. 

4  Lord,  search  my  thoughts,  and  try  my  ways, 

And  make  my  soul  sincere  ; 
Then  shall  I  stand  before  thy  face, 
And  find  acceptance  there. 


CONTRITE     ASPIRATIONS. 


L.  M. 


127. 

1  Whene'er  to  call  the  Savior  mine. 
With  ardent  wish  my  heart  aspires, 
Can  it  be  less  than  power  divine, 
Which  animates  these  strong  desires  \ 

2  What  less  than  thy   almighty  word 

Can  raise  my  heart  from  earth  and  dust, 
And  bid  me  cleave  to  thee,  my  Lord, 
My  life,  my  treasure,  and  my  trust? 

3  Let  thy  kind  Spirit  in  my  heart 
Forever  dwell,  O  God  of  love, 

And  light  and  heavenly  peace  impart. 
Sweet  earnest  of  the  joys  above. 


128. 


S.  M.  W 


ATTS 


1  My  Cod,  my  life,  my  love, 

To  thee,  to  thee,  I  call, 
I  cannot  live,  if  thou  remove, 
For  thou  art  all  id  all. 

2  The  smilings  of  thy  face, 

How  amiable  they  are  ! 
"Tis  heaven  to  rest  in  thine  embrace. 
And  nowhere  else  but  there. 

3  Not  all  the  harps  above, 

Can  make  a  heavenly  place, 
If  God  his  residence  remove, 
Or  but  conceal  his  face. 

4  Not  earth,  nor  all  the  sky, 

Can  one  delight  afford  : 
No,  not  a  drop  of  real  joy, 
Without  thy  presence,  Lord. 
6 


CONTRITE    ASPIRATIONS. 


5  Thou  art  the  sea  of  love, 

Where  all  my  pleasures  roll  : 
The  circle  where  my.  passions  rove, 
And  centre  of  mv  soul. 


C-  M.  Watts. 


129. 

1  Thou  art  my  portion,  O  my  God  ; 

Soon  as  I  know  the  way, 
My  heart  prepares  t'  obey  thy  word, 
And  suffers  no  delay. 

2  1  choose  the  path  of  heavenly  truth, 

And  glory  in  my  choice  ; 

Not  all  the  riches  of  the  earth 

Can  make  me  so  rejoice. 

3  The  testimonies  of  thy  grace 

1  set  before  my  eyes  ; 
Thence  I  derive  my  daily  strength, 
And  there  my  comfort  lies. 

4  If  e'er  I  wander  from  thy  path, 

I  think  upon   my  ways, 
Then  turn  my  feet  to  thy  commands, 
And  trust  thy  pardoning  grace. 

5  If  thou  incline  this  wandering  heart 

Thy  precepts  to  fulfil  ; 
Then,  till  my  mortal  life  shall  end, 
I  shall  perform  thy  will. 


130 


C.  M.  A.  Ballob. 

1   My  fleshly  lusts  I  hate, 

And  all  their  works  detest ; 
Yet  strangely  on  their  mandate. wait, 
And  do  their  vile  behest. 


CONTRITE  ASPIRATIONS. 

•2  The  law  of  Life  1  love, 

And  would  its  path  pursue; 
Yet  often  grieve  the  Heavenly  Dove, 
And  prove  to  Christ  untrue. 

?>  In  dust  and  ashes  bowed, 
O  Lord,  I  cry  to  thee  ; 
With  sunlight  mercy  pierce  this  cloud. 
And  set  my  spirit  free. 

4  Frail  child,  thy  Savior  reigns — 
He  knows  thine  utmost  need  ; 
His  hand  shall  lay  thy  foes  in  chains, 
And  thee  to  glory  lead. 


131. 


L.  M.  Wa 


TTS. 


1   My  God  !  permit  me  not  to  be 
A  stranger  to  myself  and  thee  ; 
Amidst  a  thousand  thoughts  I  rove, 
Forgetful  of  my  highest  love. 

"2  Why  should  my  passions  mix  with  earth, 
And  thus  debase  my  heavenly  birth? 
Why  should  I  cleave  to  things  below, 
And  let  my  God,  my  Savior,  go? 

5  Call  me  away  from  flesh  and  sense ; 
One  sovereign  word  can  draw  me  thence 
I  would  obey  thy  voice  divine, 
And  all   inferior  joys  resign. 

•4  Be  earth,  with  all  her  strife,  withdrawn, 
Let  noise  and  vanity   be  gone  ; 
In  secret  silence  of  the  mind, 
My  heaven,  and  there  my  God,  I  find. 
6* 


132. 


CONTRITE  ASPIRATIONS. 


L.  M.  6  1.  C.  Wnsi.EY 


1  I  want  the  spirit  of  power  within, 
Of  love,  and  of  a  healthful  mind  : 
Of  power  to  conquer  every  sin  ; 
Of  love  to  God  and  all  mankind; 
Of  health  that  pain  and  death  defies, 
Most  vigorous  when  the  body  dies. 

*2  O,  that  the  Comforter  would  come, 
Nor  visit  as  a  transient  guest, 
But  fix  in  me  his  constant  home, 
And  keep  possession  of  my  breast  ; 
And  make  my  soul  his  loved  abode, 
The   temple  of  in-dwelling  God. 


133.  C.  M.  C.  Wesley 

1  1  want  a  principle  within 

Of  jealous,  godly  fear  ; 
A  sensibility  to  sin, 
A  pain  to  find  it  near. 

2  I  want  the  first  approach  to  feel 

Of  pride,  or  fond  desire  ; 
To  catch  the  wandering  of  my  will, 
And  quench  the  kindling  fire. 

3  From  Thee  that  I  no  more  may  part, 

No  more  Thy  goodness  grieve, 
The  filial  awe,  the  fleshly  heart, 
The  tender  conscience  give. 

4  Quick  as  the  apple  of  an  eye, 

O  God,  my  conscience  make  ! 
Awake  my  soul,  when  sin  is  nigh, 
And  keep  it  still  awake. 


CONTRITE    ASPIRATIONS. 


134. 


C.  M.  C.  Wesley, 


1  Lord,  1  believe  a  rest  remains, 

To  all  Thy  people  known  ; 
A  rest  where  pure  enjoyment  reigns, 
And  thou  art  loved  alone. 

2  A  rest,  where  all  our  soul's  desire 

Is  fixed  on  things  above  ; 
Where  fear,  and  sin,  and  grief  expire, 
Cast  out  by  perfect  love. 

3  O,  that  I  now  that  rest  might  know, 

Believe,  and  enter  in  ; 
Now,  Father,  now  the  power  bestow, 
And  let  me  cease  from  sin. 

4  Remove  all  hardness   from  my  heart, 

All  unbelief  remove  ; 
To  me  the  rest  of  faith  impart, 
The  sabbath  of  Thy  love. 


S.  M.  Episcopal  Col. 


135. 

1   O  cease,  my  wandering  soul, 
On  restless  wing  to  roam  ; 
All  this  wide  world,  to  either  pole, 
Has  not  for  thee  a  home. 

'2  Behold  the  ark  of  God, 
Behold  the  open  door  ; 
O,  haste  to  gain  that  dear  abode, 
And  rove,  my  soul,  no  more. 

3  There,  safe  thou  shalt  abide, 
There,  sweet  shall  be  thy  rest, 
And  every  longing  satisfied, 
With  full  salvation  blest. 


CONTRITE    ASPIRATIONS. 


S.  M.  Wesleyan. 


136. 

1  Great  Source  of  life  and  light, 

Thy  heavenly  grace  impart, 
And  by  thy  Holy  Spirit  write 

Thy  law  upon  my  heart  : 
My  soul  would  cleave  to  thee  ; 

Let  nought  my  purpose  move  ; 
O,  let  my  faith  more  steadfast  be, 

And  more  intense  my  love  ! 

2  Imbue  my  constant  mind 

With  deep  humility, 
And  let  an  ardent  zeal  be  joined 

With  perfect  charity  ; 
The  grace  to  me  impart, 

With  meekness  to  reprove, 
To  hate  the  sin  with  all  my  heart. 

And  still  the  sinner  love. 


IX.    JOY,  GRATITUDE,  PRAISE. 


137. 


C.  M.  Addison. 


1  When  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God, 

My  rising  soul  surveys, 
Transported  with  the  view,  I'm  lost 
In  wonder,  love  and  praise. 

2  Unnumbered  comforts  on  my  soul 

Thy  tender  care  bestowed, 
Before  my  infant  heart  conceived 
From  whom  those  comforts  flowed. 

3  When  in  the  slippery  paths  of  youth, 

With  heedless  steps  I  ran, 
Thine  arm,  unseen,  conveyed  me  safe, 
And  led  me  up  to  man. 

4  When  worn  with  sickness,  oft  hast  thou 

With  health  renewed  my  face  ; 
And  when  in  sin  and  sorrow  sunk, 
Revived  my  soul  with  grace. 

5  Through  every  period  of  my  life, 

Thy  goodness  I'll  pursue  ; 
And  after  death,  in  distant  worlds, 
The  glorious  theme  renew. 


JOY,    GRATITUDE,     PRAISE. 


138.  10s.  &  lis.  Park. 

1    My  soul,    praise  the    Lord,   speak  good  of  his 
name! 
His  mercies  record,  his  bounties  proclaim  : 
To  God,  their  Creator,  let  all  creatures  raise 
The  song  of  thanksgiving,  the  chorus  of  praise  ! 

*2  Tho'  hid  from  man's  sight  God  sits  on  his  throne, 
Yet  here  by  his  works  their  author  is  known  : 
The  world  shines  a  mirror  its  Maker  to  show, 
And  heaven  views  its  image  reflected  below. 

8  J5y  knowledge  supreme,  by  wisdom  divine, 
God  governs  this  earth  with  gracious  design  ; 
O'er  beast,  bird,  and  insect  his  providence 

reigns, 
Whose  will  first  created,  whose  love  still  sustains. 

4  And  man,  his  last  work,  with  reason  endued, 
Who,  falling  through  sin,  by  grace  is  renewed; 
To  God,  his  Creator,  let  man  ever  raise 
The  song  of  thanksgiving,  the  chorus  of  praise  ! 


139. 


S.  M.  Wa 


TTS 


1  To  God,  the  only  wise, 

Our  Savior  and  our  King, 
Let  all  the  saints  below  the  skies 
Their  humble  praises  bring. 

2  'Tis  his  almighty  love, 

His  counsel  and  his  care, 
Preserves  us  safe  from  sin  and  death, 
And  every  hurtful  snare. 


JOY,    GRATITUDE,     PRAISE. 

He  will  present  our  souls, 
Unblemished  and  complete, 

Before  the  glory  of  his  face, 
With  joys  divinely  great. 

To  our  Redeemer  God 

Wisdom  and  power  belong ; 
Immortal  crowns  of  majesty, 

And  everlasting  song. 


140, 


S.  M.  Watts. 


J    O  Lord,  our  heavenly  King, 
Thy  name  is  all  divine  ; 
Thy  glories  round  the  earth  are  spread, 
And  o'er  the  heavens  they  shine. 

2   When  to  thy  works  on  high 
I  raise  my  wondering  eyes, 
And  see  the  moon,  complete  in  light, 
Adorn  the  darksome  skies: 

:$  When  I  survey  the  stars, 

And  all  their  shining  forms, 
Lord,  what  is  man,  that  feeble  thing, 
Akin  to  dust  and  worms ! 

4  Lord,  what  is  feeble  man, 

That  thou  should'st  love  him  so  ! 
Next  to  thine  angels  is  he  placed, 
And  lord  of  all  below. 

5  flow  rich  thy  bounties  are  ! 

And  wond'rous  are  thy  ways  : 
Of  dust  and  worms  thy  power  can  frame 
A  monument  of  praise. 


141. 


JOY,    GRATITUDE,     PRAISE, 

L.      M.  Watts. 


1  Give  to  our  God  immortal  praise  ; 
Mercy  and  truth  are  all  his  ways  : 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong  ; 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  song. 

'2  He  built  the  earth,  he  spread  the  sky, 
And  fixed  the  starry  lights  on  high  : 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  song. 

3  He  sent  his  Son  with  power  to  save 
From  guilt,  and  darkness,  and  the  grave; 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  song. 

4  Through  this  vain  world  he  guides  our  feet, 
And  leads  us  to  his  heavenly  seat ; 

His  mercies  ever  shall  endure, 

When  this  vain  world  shall   be  no  more. 


142. 


M.  Ryland. 


1  Sovereign  Ruler  of  the  skies, 
Ever  gracious,  ever  wise; 

All  my  times  are  in  thy  hand, 
All  events  at  thy  command. 

2  Thou  didst  form  me  by  thy  power, 
Thou  wilt  guide  me,  hour  by  hour 
All  my  times  shall  ever  be 
Ordered  by  thy  wise  decree  ; 

3  'limes  of  sickness,  times  of  health. 
Times  of  penury  and  wealth, 
Times  of  trial   and  of  grief, 
Times  of  triumph  and  relief, 


JOY,    GRATITLDE,      PRAISE. 

4  Times  temptation's  power  to  prove, 
Times  to  taste  a  Savior's  Jove  ; 
All  is  fixed,  the  means  and  end, 
As  shall  please  my  heavenly  Friend. 


143. 


S.  M.  Mks.  Steele. 


1  My  Maker  and  my  King, 

To  thee  my  all  I  owe  : 
Thy  sovereign  bounty  is  the  spring, 
Whence  all  my  blessings  flow. 

2  Thou  ever  good  and  kind  ! 

A  thousand  reasons  move, 

A  thousand  obligations  bind 

My  heart  to  grateful  love. 

3  The  creature  of  thy  hand, 

On  thee  alone  I  live ; 
My  God!   thy  benefits  demand 

More  praise  than  tongue  can  give. 

4  O  let  thy  grace  inspire 

My  soul  with  strength  divine; 
Let  all  my  powers  to  thee  aspire, 
And  all  my  days  be  thine. 


144.  L.  M.  W 

1   Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 

Above  the  heavens,  where  angels  dwell 
Thy  power  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  laud  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 


JOY.    GRATITUDE,    TRAISE. 

2  My  heart  is  fixed,  ray  song  shall  raise 

Immortal  honors  to  thy  name  ; 
Awake,  my  tongue,  to  sound  his  praise; 
My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame. 

3  High  o'er  the  earth  his  mercy  reigns, 

And  reaches  to  the  utmost  sky  ; 
His  truth  to  endless  years  remains, 
When  lower  worlds  dissolve  and  die. 


145. 


C.  M.  Watts. 


1   Jesus  !  I  love  thy  charming  name, 
'Tis  music  to  my  ear  ; 
Fain  would  I  sound  it  out  so  loud, 
That  earth  and  heaven  might  hear. 

Ji  Yes,  thou  art  precious  to  my  soul, 
My  transport  and  my  trust; 
Jewels  to  thee  are  gaudy  toys, 
And  gold  is  sordid  dust. 

3  O  may  thy  grace  still  cheer  my  heart! 

And  shed  its  fragrance  there; 
The  noblest  balm  of  all  its  wounds, 
The  cordial  of  its  care. 

4  I'll  speak  the  honors  of  thy  name, 

With  my  last  lairing  breath, 
And  speechless,  clasp  thee  to  my  arms, 
My  joy  in  life  and  death. 


JOY,    GRATITUDE,     PRAISE. 


146. 


S.  M.  Watts. 


How  beauteous  are  their  feet, 
Who  stand  on  Zion's  hill ! 

Who  bring  salvation  on  their  tongues, 
And  words  of  peace  reveal. 

Plow  charming  is  their  voice  ! 

How  sweet  the  tidings  are  ! 
'  Zion,  behold  thy  Savior  king, 

He  reigns  and  triumphs  here.' 

How  happy  are  our  ears, 
That  hear  this  joyful  sound, 

Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for, 
And  sought,  but  never  found  ! 

How  blessed  are  our  eves  ! 

That  see  this  heavenly  light  ; 
Prophets  and  kings  desired  it  long, 

But  died  without  the  sight  ! 

The  Lord  makes  bare  his  arm 
.  Through  all  the  earth  abroad  : 
Let  every  nation  now  behold 
Their  Savior  and  their  God. 


147. 


L.   M.  Doddridge. 


1  Awake,  our  noblest  powers,  to  bless 
The  God  of  Abra'm,  God  of  Peace  ; 
Now  by  a  dearer  title  known, 
Father  and  God  of  Christ  his  Son. 

2  Through  every  age  his  gracious  ear 
Js  open  to  his  servants'  prayer ; 
Nor  can  one  humble  soul  complain 
That  he  has  sought  his  God  in  vain. 


JOY,     GRATITUDE,    PRAISE. 

3  What  unbelieving  heart  shall  dare 
In  whispers  to  suggest  a  fear, 
While  still  he  owns  his  ancient  name, 
The  same  his  power,  his  love  the  same. 

4  To  thee  our  souls  in  faith  arise, 
To  thee  we  lift  expecting  eyes, 

And  boldly  through  the  desert  tread  ; 
For  God  will  £uard  where  Christ  hath  led. 


C.  M.  Watts. 


148. 

1  O  for  a  shout  of  sacred  jov 

To  Gor1,  the  sovereign  King  ! 
Let  every  land  their  tongues  employ, 
And  hymns  of  triumph  sing. 

2  Whilst  angels  shout  their  lofty  praise, 

Let  mortals  learn  their  strains; 
Let  all  the  earth  their  voices  raise, 
O'er  all  the  earth  he  reigns. 

3  Rehearse  his  praise  with  awe  profound, 

Let  knowledge  lead  the  song  ; 
Nor  mock  him  with  a  solemn  sound 
Upon  a  thoughtless  tongue. 

4  In  Israel  stood  his  ancient  throne  ; 

He  loved  that  chosen  race  ; 
But  now  he  calls  the  world  his  own, 
And  heathens  taste  his  ^race. 


149 


C.  M.  Watts 


1   To  our  Almighty  Maker,  God, 
New  honors  be  addressed  ; 
His  great  salvation  shines  abroad, 
And  makes  the  nations  bleat. 


JOY,    GRATITLDS,     PRAISE. 

'2  Joy  to  the  world  !  the  Lord  is  come, 

Let  earth  receive  her  King  ; 

Let  every  heart  prepare  him  room, 

And  heaven  and  nature  sins. 

3  Joy  to  the  world  !   her  Savior  reigns, 

Let  men  their  songs  employ  ; 
While  lands  and  seas,  rocks,  hills,  and  plains 
Repeat  the  sounding  joy. 

4  No  more  let  sin  and  sorrow  grow, 

Nor  violence  abound  ; 
He  comes  to  make  his  blessings   flow, 
W  herever  man  is  found. 


150. 


H.  M.  Tate. 


1  To  God,  the  mighty  Lord, 
Your  joyful  thanks  repeat; 
To  him  due  praise  afford, 
As  aood  as  he  is  great: 

For  God  does  prove 
Our  constant  friend  ; 
His  boundless  love 
Shall  never  end. 

2  To  him,  whose  wondrous  power, 
All  other  aods  obey; 

"Who  earthly  kings  adore, 
This  grateful  homage  pay  : 

For  God  will  prove 

Our  constant  friend  ; 

His  boundless  love 

Shall  never  end. 


JOY,    GRATITUDE,     PRAISE. 


151. 


L.  M.  Wat 


1  With  all  my  powers  of  heart  and  tongue, 
I'll  praise  my  Maker  in  my  song; 
While  holy  zeal" directs  my  eyes 

To  thy  fair  temple  in  the  skies. 

2  I'll  sing  thy  truth  and  mercy,  Lord, 
I'll  sing  the  wonders  of  thy  word  ; 
Not  all  thy  works  and  names  below, 
So  much  thy  power  and  glory  show. 

3  Amidst  a  thousand  snares  I  stand, 
Upheld  and  guarded  by  thy  hand  ; 
Thy  words  my  fainting  soul  revive, 
And  keep  my  dying  faith  alive. 

4  Grace  will  complete  what  grace  begins, 
To  save  from  sorrows  or  from  sins  ; 
The  work  which  wisdom  undertakes, 
Eternal  mercy  ne'er  forsakes. 


152.  C.  M.  Mrs.  Ste-ele. 

1  Gkeat  is  the  Lord  !  our  souls  adore  ! 

We  wonder  while  we  praise  ; 
Thy  power,  what  creature  can  explore. 
Or  equal  honors  raise? 

2  Thy  name  shall  dwell  upon  my  tongue, 

While  suns  shall  set  and  rise  ; 
And  tune  my  everlasting  song 
In  realms  beyond  the  skies. 

3  Thy  praise  shall  be  my  constant  theme, 

The  wonders  of  thy  power  ; 
I'll  speak  the  honors  of  thy  name, 
And  bid  the  world  adore. 


JOY,    GRATITUDE,     PRAISE. 

4  But  sweetly  flowing  strains  shall  tell 

The  riches  of  thy  grace  ; 
And  songs  of  grateful  joy  reveal 
Thy  spotless  righteousness. 

5  How  large  thy  tender  mercies  are  ! 

How  wide  thy  grace  extends  ! 
On  thy  beneficence  and  care 
The  universe  depends. 


153.  L .  M.  Mas.  Stable. 

1  Happy  the  man  whose  hopes  divine 
On  nature's  guardian  God  recline  : 
Who  can  with  sacred  transport  say, 
This  God  is  mine,  my  help,  my  stay. 

2  Heaven,  earth  and  sea  declare  his  name  : 
He  built,  he  filled  their  spacious  frame  ; 
And  o'er  creation's  fairest  lines 

His  steadfast  truth  unchanging  shines, 

3  His  justice  looks  on  those  who  mourn 
Beneath  the  proud  oppressor's  scorn  : 
The  hungry   poor  his  hand  sustains, 

And  breaks  the  wretched  captive's  chains. 

4  If  weary  strangers  friendless  roam, 
Divine  protection  is  their  home  ; 
The  Lord  relieves  the  widow's  care, 
And  dries  the  helpless  orphan's  tear. 

7 


JOY,    GRATITUDE,    PRAISE. 


154. 


P.  M.  Tate. 


O    praise    ye  the  Lord, 
Prepare  your  glad    voice, 
His  praise  in  the  great 
Assembly  to  sing  : 
In  their  great  Creator 
Let    all   men    rejoice, 
And    heirs    of  salvation 
Be  glad    in  their    King. 

With    glory    adorned, 
His    people   shall    sing 
To  God,  who    defence 
And    plenty    supplies ; 
Their  loud  acclamations 
To  him  their  Great  King, 
Through  earth  shall  be  sounded, 
And  reach  to  the  skies. 


155. 


S.  M.  Watts. 


1  Thy  name,  Almighty  Lord, 

Shall  sound  through  distant  lands; 
Great  is  thy  grace,  and  sure  thy  word; 
Thy  truth  forever  stands. 

2  Far  be  thine  honor  spread, 

And  long  thy  praise  endure, 
Till  morning  light  and  evening  shade 
Shall  be  exchanged  no  more. 


JOY,    GRATITUDE,    PRAISE. 

156.  L.  M.  Watts. 

1  From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies, 
Let  the  Creator's  praise  arise ; 

Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  sung 
Through  every  land,  by  every  tongue. 

2  Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord  ; 
Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word  : 

Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 
,  Till  suns  shall  rise  and  set  no  more. 

7* 


X.    THE  GLORIOUS  FUTURE. 


157. 


P.  M.  A.  Ballol 


1  God  shall  be  all  in  all : — 

And  then  shall  marshalled  warriors, 
No  more  upon  the  plain, 
Renew  their  battle  fury, 
To  multiply  the  slain  ; 
Then  shall  the  peaceful  era, 
By  Zion's  bards  foretold, 
With  all  its  promised  glory, 
The  ransomed  world  enfold. 

2  God  shall  be  all  In  all  :— 

And  then  the  horrid  slaver 
Shall  cross  the  waves  no  more, 
Defenceless  men  to  ravish 
From  A fric's  injured  shore; 
And  all  the  sable  millions, 
In  bondage  held  abroad, 
Present  the  grateful  tribute, 
To  their  Redeeming  God. 

3  God  shall  be  all  in  all  :— 

The  church,  long  torn  with  faction. 
Will  lay  each  quarrel  by, 
And  all  her  jealous  watchmen, 
See  clearly  eye  to  eye  ; 
Attired  in  bridal  garments, 
She'll  take  her  Lord's  right  hand, 
And  free  from  spot  or  wrinkle, 
Fulfil  his  high  command. 


THE    GLORIOUS     FUTURE. 

4  God  shall  be  all  in  all  : — 

And  then  shall  dark  rebellion 
Against  his  holy  throne 
Be  hushed  in  endless  silence, 
Where'er  his  name  is  known  ; 
The  all-prevailing  Victor 
Will  make  an  end  of  sins, 
And  only  yield  his  sceptre, 
When  perfect  love  begins. 


158. 


C.  M. 


1   Roll  on,  O  Lord,  the  latter  day, 
When  grace  shall  reign  alone  ; 
And  all  the  nations  of  the  world, 
Shall  bow  before  thy  throne. 

'2  Then  shall  pure  converts  crowd  to  Christ, 
And  bless  the  gospel  sound  ; 
While  grace  eternal  sweetly  shines, 
To  ravish  all  around. 

3  Then  shall  the  watchmen  of  the  Lamb, 

Exalt  the  cross  on  high  ; 
And  with  a  clear  refulgent  light, 
Shall  all  see  eye  to  eye. 

4  Thus  shall  the  glorious  gospel  fly  ; 

To  sound  the  Savior  forth  ; 
Till  faith,  and  love,  and  joys  divine, 
Shall  run  through  all  the  earth. 

5  Then  war  shall  cease,  and  wrath  subside, 

And  peace  immortal  flow  ; 
And  saints  unite  in  joy  and  peace, 
And  glory  reign  below. 


THE    GLORIOUS     FUTURE. 


159. 


H.  M.  Doddridge. 


1  Mark  the  soft  falling  snow, 
And  the  descending  rain  ! 

To  heaven,  from  whence  it  fell, 
It  turns  not  back  again  ; 

But  waters  earth, 

Through  every  pore, 

And  calls  forth  all 

Her  secret  store. 

2  Arrayed  in  beauteous  green, 
The  hills  and  vallies  shine, 
And  man  and  beast  are  fed 
By  providence  divine; 

The  harvest  bows 
Its  golden  ears, 
The  copious  seed 
Of  future  years. 

3  So,  saith  the  God  of  grace, 
My  gospel  shall  descend, 
Almighty  to  effect 

The  purpose  I  intend  ; 
Millions  of  souls 
Shall  feel  its  power, 
And  bear  it  down 
To  millions  more. 


160. 


C.  M.  Rippon's  Col. 


1  Lord,  let  the  gospel  tidings  spread 
The  spacious  earth  around, 
Till  every  tribe  and  every  soul 
Shall  hear  the  joyful  sound? 


THE    GLORIOUS     FUTURE. 

2  O  when  shall  Afric's  sable  sons 

Enjoy  the  heavenly  word, 
And,  long  in  slavery  held,  become 
The  freemen  of  the  Lord  ? 

3  When  shall  the  savage,  wand'ring  tribes, 

A  dark  bewildered  race, 
Sit  down  at  our  Immanuel's  feet, 
And  learn  his  saving  grace? 

4  Haste,  sovereign  mercy,  to  transform 

Their  cruelty  to  love; 
Convert  the  tiger  to  the  lamb, 
The  vulture  to  the  dove. 


161 


C.  M.  Watts. 


1  Lo,  what  a  glorious  sight  appears 

To  our  believing  eyes, 
The  reign  of  sin  has  passed  away, 
And  man  no  longer  dies. 

2  The  God  of  glory  down  to  men 

Removes  his  blest  abode  ; 
Men  the  dear  objects  of  his  grace, 
And  he  their  loving  God. 

3  His  tender  hand  shall  wipe  the  tears 

From  every  weeping  eye  ; 
And  pains,  and  groans,  and  griefs,  and  fears, 
And  death  itself  shall  die. 

4  How  long,  Aear  Savior,  O  how  long 

Shall  this  bright  hour  delay  ! 
Fly  swifter  round,  ye  wheels  of  time, 
And  bring  the  welcome  day. 


THE    GLORIOUS     FUTURE. 


162. 


C.  M.  Rippon's  Col 


i   Father,  is  not  thy  promise  sure, 
To  thy  exalted  son  ? 
That  through  the  nations  of  the  earth, 
The  word  of  life  shall  run  ! 

:l  l  Ask  and  receive  the  heathen  lands, 
For  thine  inheritance, 
And  to  the  world's  remotest  ends 
Thy  empire  shall  advance.' 

3  Hast  thou  not  said  the  blinded  Jews 

Shall  their  Redeemer  own  1 
Whilst  Gentiles  to  his  standard  crowd, 
And  bow  before  his  throne? 

4  Are  not  all  kingdoms,  tribes,  and  tongues, 

Beneath  the  arch  of  heaven, 
To  the  dominion  of  thy  Son, 
Without  exception  given  ? 

5  From  east  to  west,  from  north  to  south, 

Then  be  his  name  adored, 
Let  earth  with  all  her  millions  shout, 
flosanna  to  the  Lord  ! 


1G3.  L-  M.  Ch.  Psalmodv 

1  Though  now  the  nations  sit  beneath 

The  darkness  of  o'erspreading  death, 
God  will  arise  with  light  divine, 
On  Zion's  holy  towers  to  shine. 

2  That  light  shall  glance  on  distant  lands, 
And  heathen  tribes,  in  joyful  bands, 
Come  with  exulting  haste  to  prove 

The  power  and  greatness  of  his  love. 


THE    GLORIOUS     FUTURE. 

3  Lord,  spread  the  triumphs  of  thy  grace  ; 
Let  truth,  and  righteousness,  and  peace, 
In  mild  and  lovely  forms  display 
The  glories  of  the  latter  day. 


164. 


8s,  7s  &  4s.        Ch.  Psalmody 


]   O'er  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness, 
Look,  my  soul — be  still  and  gaze  ; 
See  the  promises  advancing 
To  a  glorious  day  of  grace  ! 
Blessed  jubilee  ! 
Let  thy  glorious  morning  dawn  ! 

'2  Let  the  dark,  benighted  Pagan, 
Let  the  rude  barbarian  see 
That  divine  and  glorious  conquest, 
Once  obtained  on  Calvary  : 
Let  the  gospel 
Loud  resound  from  pole  to  pole. 

3  Kingdoms  wide  that  sit  in  darkness, 

Grant  them,  Lord,  the  glorious  light 
Now,  from  eastern  coast  to  western, 

May  the  morning  chase  the  night ; 
Let  redemption, 
Freely  purchased,  win  the  day  ! 

4  Fly  abroad,  thou  mighty  gospel  ; 

Win  and  conquer — never  cease! 
May  thy  lastlag,  wide  dominion 

Multiply,  and  still  increase  : 
Sway  thy  sceptre, 
Savior,  all  the  world  around  ! 


THE    GLORIOUS     FUTURE. 


165.  S.  M.  Ch.  Psalmody 

1  O  Lord,  our  God,  arise, 

The  cause  of  truth  maintain  ; 
And  wide  o'er  all  the  peopled  world 
Extend  her  blessed  reign. 

2  Thou  Prince  of  life,  arise, 

Nor  let  thy  glory  cease  ; 
Far  spread  the  conquests  of  thy  grace, 
And  bless  the  earth  with  peace. 

3  Thou  Holy  Ghost,  arise, 

Extend  thy  healing  wing, 
And  o'er  a  dark  and  ruined  world 
Let  light  and  order  spring. 

4  Let  all  on  earth  arise, 

And  hymns  of  triumph  sing  ; 
From  shore  to  shore — from  earth  to  heaven, 
Let  echoing  anthems  riu<r  \ 


166. 


II.  M.  Ch.  Psalmody 


1  Sovereign  of  worlds  above, 

And  Lord  of  all  below, 
Thy  faithfulness  and  love, 
Thy  power  and  mercy  show 

Fulfil  thy  word, 

Thy  Spirit  give  ; 

Let  heathens  live, 

And  praise  the  Lord. 

2  Few  be  the  years  that  roll, 

Ere  all  shall  worship  thee  ; 
The  travail  of  his  soul 
Soon  let  the  Savior  see  : 


THE    GLORIOUS     FUTURE. 

O  God  of  grace  ! 
Thy  power  employ  ; 
Fill  earth  with  joy, 
And  heaven  with  praise. 


167. 


C.  M.  Ch.   Psalmody. 


1  O'er  mountain  tops  the  mount  of  God, 

In  latter  days  shall  rise, 
Above  the  summits  of  the  hills, 
And  draw  the  wondering  eyes. 

2  To  this  the  joyful  nations  round, 

All  tribes  and  tongues  shall  flow  ; 
1  Up  to  the  mount  of  God/  they  say, 
1  And  to  his  house  we'll  go.' 

3  The  beams  which  shine  from  Zion's  hill 

Shall  lighten  every  land  ; 
The  king  who  reigns  in  Salem's  towers 
Shall  all  the  world  command. 

4  No  war  shall  rage,  nor  hostile  strife 

Disturb  those  happy  years  ; 
To  plow-shares  men  shall  beat  their  sword: 
To  pruning-hooks  their  spears. 

5  No  longer  hosts,  encountering  hosts, 

Shall  crowds  of  slain  deplore; 
They'll  hang  their  trumpet  in  the  hall, 
And  study  war  no  more. 


168. 


THE    GLORIOUS     FUTURE. 


7s.  &  6s.       Ch.    Psalmody 


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When  shall  the  voice  of  singing 

Flow  joyfully  along  1 
And  hill  and  valley  ringing 

With  one  triumphant  song, 
Proclaim  the  contest  ended, 

And  Him  who  once  was  slain, 
Again  to  earth  descended, 

In  righteousness  to  reign? 

TJien  from  the  craggy  mountains 

The  sacred  shout  shall  fly, 
And  shady  vales  and  fountains 

Shall  echo  the  reply: 
High  tower  and  lowly  dwelling 

Shall  send  the  chorus  round, 
Loud  hallelujahs  swelling 

In  one  eternal  sound  ! 


169. 


L.  M.  Ch.  Psalmody 


1  Soon  may  the  last  glad  song  arise, 
Through  all  the  millions  of  the  skies — 
That  song  of  triumph  which  records 
That  all  the  earth  is  now  the  Lord's! 

2  Let  thrones,  and  powers,  and  kingdoms  be 
Obedient,  mighty  God,  to  thee! 

And  over  land,  and  stream  and  main, 
Be  swayed  the  sceptre  of  thy  reign  I 

3  O  let  that  glorious  anthem  swell ; 
Let  host  to  host  the  triumph  tell — 
That  not  one  rebel  heart  remains, 
But  over  all  the  Savior  reimis ! 


THE    GLORIOUS     FUTURE. 


170. 


7s.  M.  Ch.  Psalmody. 


1  Wake  the  song  of  jubilee, 
Let  it  echo  o'er  the  sea ! 

Now  is  come  the  promised  hour  ; 
Jesus  reigns  with  sovereign  power ! 

2  All  ye  nations,  join  and  sing, 

'  Christ,  of  lords  and  kings  is  King  !: 
Let  it  sound  from  shore  to  shore; 
Jesus  reigns  for  evermore  ! 

3  Now  the  desert  lands  rejoice, 
And  trre  islands  join  their  voice  ; 
Yea,  the  whole  creation  sings; 
Jesus  is  the  King  of  kings  !' 


171. 


P.  M.  E.  Dam?. 


1  No  sound  of  deadly  strife, 
No  murderous  lust  of  life, 

Shall  rend  the  air,  or  fill  the  hearts  of  men 
When,  gentle  as  a  dove, 
Omnipotent  in  love, 

The  Prince  of  Peace  shall  visit  earth  again. 


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2  O  then,  where  war  has  rolled, 
Through  ages  dark  and  old, 
Its  surging  billows,  dyed  with  human  gore, 
The  stream  of  God  shall  glide 
To  nations  far  and  wide, 
While  love's  sweet  anthem  swells  from  shore  to 
shore. 


THE    GLORIOUS     FUTURE. 

3  The  inebriate's  fount  of  wo, 
Forever  sealed,  shall  flow 

No  more  to  desolate  the  homes  of  men  : 
The  oppressor's  iron  rod, 
Doomed  by  the  living  God, 

Shall  never  smite  his  plundered  poor  again. 

4  See  !  see!  glad  beams  of  light, 
Athwart  sin's  heavy  night,  * 

Stream  from  the  morning's  widely  opening  gates 
All  hail !   the  Kino-  of  kings 
Abroad  his  banner  flings, 

And  earth,  subdued,  his  peaceful  reign  awaits. 


172. 


10s.  M.  Pope,  Alt'd. 


1  Rise,  crowned  with  light,  imperial  Salem, rise; 
Exalt  thy  towering  head,  and  lift  thine  eyes; 
See  heaven  its  sparkling  portals  wide  display, 
And  break  upon  thee  in  a  flood  of  day. 

2  See  a  long  race  thy  spacious  courts  adorn, 
See  future  sons  and  daughters  yet  unborn, 
In  crowding  ranks  on  every  side  arise, 
Demanding  life,  impatient  for  the  skies. 

3  See  barbarous  nations  at  thy  gates  attend, 
Walk  in  thy  light,  and  in  thy  temple  bend  ; 
See  thy  bright  altars  thronged  with  prostrate 

kings, 
While  every  land  its  joyous  tribute  brings. 

4  The  seas  shall  waste,  the  skies  in  smoke  decay, 
Rocks  fall  to  dust,  and  mountains  melt  away  ; 
But  fixed  his  word,  his  saving  power  remains  ; 
Thy  realm  still  lasts,  thine  own  Messiah  reigns. 


173. 


THE    GLORIOUS     FUTURE. 


8s.  &  7s.  E.  D 


WIS, 


1  A  visiox  opens  on  my  eye  ; 

I  see  a  mighty  hand  unroll, 
As  from  the  eternal  throne  on  high, 
Adown  the  clear  and  tranquil  sky, 

Jehovah's  love-writ  scroll ! 

2  A  vision  of  that  holy  time, 

Beheld  by  prophet-bards  of  old  ; 
When  rapt  in  extasies  sublime, 
They  saw,  to  earth's  remotest  clime, 

The  reign  of  peace  unfold. 

3  That  reign,  in  triumph,  heralds  in 

The  glad  earth's  high  millennial  year  ; 
A  year  unbroken  by  the  din 
Of  conflict,  with  its  shame  and  sin  ; — 

The  vision  brings  it  near. 

4  See  !  clearer  shines  its  written  page, 

As  brighter  glows  the  lengthening  scroll 
Its  pledge — a  glorious  heritage 
Of  peace  and  truth,  from  age  to  age, 

While  fadeless  years  shall  roll. 


174 


7s.  &,  6s.         Mrs.  Colburn, 


The  morn  of  Peace  is  beaming — 

Its  glory  will  appear  ; 
Behold  its  early  gleaming, 

The  day  is  drawing  near; 
The  spear  shall  then  be  broken, 

And  sheathed  the  glittering  sword — 
The  olive  be  the  token, 

And  Peace  the  greeting  word. 


THE    GLORIOUS     FUTURE. 

Yes — yes,  the  day  is  breaking  ! 

Far  brighter  glows  that  beam  ! 
The  nations  round  are  waking, 

As  from  a  midnight  dream  : 
They  see  it  radiance  shedding, 

Where  all  was  dark  as  night ; 
'Tis  higher,  wider  spreading — 

A  boundless  flood  of  lioht. 


175. 


P.  M.  Mrs.  Price. 


1  The  reign  of  love  is  hastening —    / 
See  the  light,  how  it  breaks, 
The  power  of  sin  is  wasting, 

See  the  light  ; 
Soon  war  will  all  be  ended  ! 

See  the  light,  how  it  breaks, 
And  peace  and  truth  be  blended, 
See  the  light; 
Come  O  Savior  !  hasten  on, 
Make  earth  a  happy  home. 

*2  Intemp'rance  be  demolished, 
See  the  light,  how  it  breaks, 
And  oppression  all  abolished, 

See  the  light ; 
Let  earth's  poor  sons  and  daughters, 

See  the  light,  how  it  breaks, 
Drink  free  salvation's  waters, 
See  the  light; 
Come  O  Savior !   hasten  on, 
Make  earth  a  happy  home. 

3  Our  God  is  now  descending, 
See  the  light,  how  it  breaks, 
With  a  host  of  love  attending, 
See  the  lisht ; 


THE    GLORIOUS     FUTURE. 

Hear  the  heavenly  music  ringing, 
See  the  light,  how  it  breaks, 

Good  news  to  mortals  bringing, 
See  the  light: 
Come,  O  Savior  !  hasten  on, 
Make  earth  a  happy  home. 

We  soon  shall  bask  in  glory, 

See  the  light,  how  it  breaks, 
Mankind  be  pure  and  holy, 

See  the  light 
Streams  bright  from  Christ  the  fountain. 

See  the  light,  how  it  breaks, 
Wide  o'er  God's  holy  mountain, 
See  the  light: 

Come,  O  Savior,  hasten  on, 

Make  earth  a  happy  home. 


176. 


P.  It  Mackay. 


1   There's  a  good  time  coming,  friends, 
A  good  time  coming; 
There's  a  good  time  coming  friends, 

Wait  a  little  longer  : 
We  may  not.  live  to  see  the  day, 
But  earth  shall  glisten  in  the  ray, 

Of  the  good  time  coming; 
Cannon-balls  may  aid  the  truth,. 

But  thought's  a  weapon  stronger  : 
We'll  win  our  battle  by  its  aid, 
Wait  a  little  longer. 

O,  there's  a  good  time,  &c. 
8 


THE    GLORIOUS     FUTURE 

*2  There's  a  good  time  coming,  friends, 

A  good  time  coming; 
The  pen  shall  supersede  the  sword, 
And  right,  not  might,  shall  be  the  lord, 

In  the  good  time  coming: 
Worth,  not  birth,  shall  rule  mankind, 

And  be  acknowledged  stronger  ; 
The  proper  impulse  has  been  given, 

Wait  a  little  longer. 

O,  there/s  a  good  time,  &,c. 

3  There's  a  good  time  coming,  friends, 

A  good  time  coming; 
Hateful  rivalries  of  creed, 
Shall  not  make  their  martyrs  bleed, 

In  the  good  time  coming  ; 
Religion  shall  be  shorn  of  pride, 

And  flourish  all  the  stronger; 
And  Charity  shall  trim  her  lamp, 

Wait  a  little  longer. 

O,  there's  a  good  time,  &c. 

4  There's  a  good  time  coming,  friends, 

A  good  time  coming  ; 
War  in  all  men's  eyes  shall  be 
A  monster  of  iniquity, 

In  the  good  time  coming: 
Nations  shall  not  quarrel  then, 

To  prove  which  is  the  stronger ; 
Nor  slaughter  men  for  glory's  sake, 

Wait  a  little  longer. 

O,  there's  a  good  time,  &c. 


XL    TEMPERANCE. 


177, 


C.  M. 


1  Can  we  forget  the  gloomy  time, 

When  Bacchus  ruled  the  day, — 
When  dissipation,  sloth  and  crime 

Bore  undisputed  sway  ? 
The  time — the  time  — the  gloomy  time — 

The  time  now  passed  away, 
When  dissipation,  sloth  and  crime 

Bore  undisputed  sway. 

'2  All  honor  to  the  noble  band, 

Who  feared  no  creature's  frown, 
And  boldly  pledged  both  heart  and  hand, 

To  put  intemp'rance  down; 
The  band — the  band — the  noble  band — 

The  band  of  blest  renown — 
Who  boldly  pledged  both  heart  and  hand 

To  put  intemp'rance  down. 

+  Nor  shall  the  Pledge  be  e'er  forgot, 
That  so  much  bliss  creates — 
We'll  touch  not — taste  not — handle  not, 

Whate'er  intoxicates  ; 
The  Pledge — the  Pledge  is  not  forgot — 

The  Pledge  that  Satan  hates  ; 
We'll  touch  not — taste  not — handle  not, 
Whate'er  intoxicates. 
8* 


178. 


TEMPERANCE. 


L.  M 


1  Oh  !  shun  the  bowl,  when  rich  delight 
Shines  loveliest,  mortal,  in  thy  sight  ; 
Oh  loathe  the  charms  that  tempt  to  sip, 
Oh  dash  the  rapture  from  thy  lip  ! 

2  For  'neath  the  nectared  pleasure's  tide, 
The  rankest  dregs  of  woe  abide  ; 
And  every  drop  that  cheers  thy  heart, 
Will  madden  more  the  prison's  smart. 

3  'Tis  like  the  smile  of  treachery, 
'Tis  like  the  glassy  ocean's  dye  : 
Deceit  is  lurking  in  that  glow, 
And  death  and   danger  frown  below. 

4  Then,  mortal,  when  the  joys  of  earth 
Invite  thee  to  a  pangless  mirth, 
Beware,  nor  dare  the  bowl  to  sip, 
But  dash  the  rapture  from  thy  lip. 


P.  M.     F.  W.  Adlixoto.v. 


179. 

1  There  came  for  the  pledge  a   poor  victim  of 

folly  ; 
His  face  bore  the  marks  of  contention  and  strife  ; 
With  his  children  he  came,    his  poor  Oscar  and 

Rolle, 
And  her  the  poor  sufferer,  his  soul-stricken  wife: 
Oh  !  sad  was  his  heart,  as  around  him  he  gazed; 
His   wild   staring  eyes  with    hard   drinking  were 

glazed  ; 
He  felt  like  a  stranger,  ashamed  and  amazed, 
And  seemed  undecided  to  tarry  or  go. 


TEMPERANCE. 

2  Intemp'rance  had  set  its  foul  seal  on  his  features, 
And  heart-grinding  poverty  claimed  him  her  own  ;* 
You  scarce  could  believe  he   was  one    of  God's 

creatures, 
He  looked  so  unmanly,  so  wretched  and  lone  : 
He  asked  for  the  pledge   with  a  tone  of  petition, 
And  surveyed  it  all  o'er  with  a  look  of  contrition, 
Till  meekly  he  came  to  the  prudent  decision, 
'Tvvere  safest  to  sign  it  and  'scape  from  his  foe. 

3  He  stretched  forth  his  hand  that  with  palsy  was 

shaking, 
And  scarce  could  his  fingers  support  the  light  pen  ; 
He    sobbed   as  he  wrote,  for  his  stout  heart  was 

breaking  ; 
He  signed — and  again  he  is  numbered  with  men  : 
Intently  he  gazed  on  the  record  before  him, 
While  looked  his    poor  wife  as   she    fain   would 

adore  him,  [him, 

Convinced  that  the  pledge  would  to  virtue  restore 
And  give  her     wn  husband  again  to  her  heart. 

4  There  comes  to  the  church  a  fair  daughter  of  Erin, 
While  two  lovely  children  her  footsteps  attend  ; 
Tis    she,    the    once    wretched,    but    now    happy 

Mirein, 
Who  leans  on  the  arm  of  her  husband  and  friend: 
There's  a  tear  on  her  cheek  from  the  fountain  of 

pleasure, 
A  smile  on  her  lip  as  she  looks  on  her  treasure  ; 
While    gratitude    springs    in    her    heart    without 

measure, 
For  blessings  that  blot  out  the  memory  of  pain. 

5  They  come  to  the  Altar  where  penitents  gather, 
And  breathe  their  thanksgiving  to  God's  holy  name; 
That  he  the  loved  husband, and  now  honored  father, 
Was  plucked  as  a  brand  from'the  furnace  of  shame. 


TEMPERANCE. 


Oh,  who  that  has  looked  on  a  scene  so  endearing, 
For  lucre  would  ruin  a  prospect  so  cheering, 
And  blight  the   fond  hope   of    the  sweet  Rose  of 
And  lure  the  freed  soul  to  his  fetters  again  ![Erin, 


L.    M.  WlIITTIER. 

! 


180. 

1  Take  back  the  bowl !  take  back  the  bowl 
Reserve  it  for  polluted  lips; 

I  will  not  bow,  a  tameless  soul, 
Beneath  its  dark  and  foul  eclipse. 

2  Aye,  take  it  back ;  let  others  bring 
Oblivion  o'er  the  haunted  soul — 
My  memory  is  a  blessed  thing — 
Away  !  Away  !  take  back  the  bowl. 

3  An  upright  heart — a  guiltless  brow — 
A  soul  unbowed,  are  left  alone; 

I  will  not  break  in   madness  now, 
The  only  staff  I  lean  upon.        * 

4  The  keenest  pangs  that  grief  can  send 
Shall  never  prompt  to  deeds  accursed  — 
Take  back  the  bowl  ! — I  will  not  bend, 
A  cowering  spirit,  to  the  dust. 


181.  P-  M.  Willis. 

1    Look  not  upon  the  sparkling  wine, 

When  red  within  the  cup  ; 
Stay  not  for  pleasure  when  she  fills 

Her  tempting  beaker  up  ; 
Though  clear  its  depths,  and  rich  its  glow, 
A  spell  of  madness  lurks  below. 


TEMPERANCE. 


2  They  say  'tis  pleasant  on  the  lip, 

And  lively  on  the  brain  ; 
They  say  it  stirs  the  sluggish  blood, 

And  dulls  the  tooth  of  pain  ; 
Aye,  but  within  its  gloomy  deeps, 
A  stinging  serpent  treach'rous  sleeps. 

3  Then  turn  the  burning  cup  aside, 

And  spill  the  purple  wine  ; 
Take  not  its  madness  to  thy  lip — 

Let  not  its  curse  be  thine  : 
Tis  red  and  rich,  but  grief  and  woe 
Are  hid  those  rosy  depths  below. 


182, 


L.  M. 


1  Hos annas,  Lord,  to  thee  we  sing, 
Whose  power  the  giant  fiend  obeys, 
What  countless  thousands  tribute  bring, 
For  happier  homes  and  brighter  days  ! 

2  Thou  wilt  not  break  the  bruised  reed, 
Nor  leave  the  broken  heart  unbound  : 
The  wife  regains  a  husband  freed  ! 
The  orphan  clasps  a  father  found  ! 

3  Spare,  Lord,  the  thoughtless,  guide  the  blind. 
Till  man  no  more  shall  deem  it  just, 

To  live  by  forging  chains  to  bind 
His  weaker  brother  in  the  dust. 

4  With  nature's  draught  your  goblets  fill, 
And  pledge  the  world  that  ye  are  free  ! 
God  of  eternal  truth,  we  will  ! 

Our  cause  is  thine,  our  trust  in  thee  : 


TEMPERANCE. 

183.  P.   M.  Sargent. 

Jeremiah,  13  :  12 — 14. 

1  When  Israel's  God  in  his  anger  had  spoken, 
The  prophet  prefigured  the  curse  that  he  wilJ'd  : 
It    was  not  that  life's    golden   bowl  should    be 

broken, 
But  every  bottle  with  wine  should  be  filled. 

2  Avert,  God  of  mercy,  that  sorrow  and  sadness, 
That  broke  the  fond  hearts  of  Jerusalem  then  ; 
Permit  not  the  spirit  of  murder  and  madness 
To  move  with  the  form  and  the  features  of  men. 

3  Oh,  let  us  not  torture  the  treasures  of  heaven, 
To  find  where  the  secret  of  misery  lies; 

The  stream,  as  it  ripples,  the  rock  that  is  riven, 
The  pure  draught  of  nature  for  mortals  supplies. 

4  The  bonds  of  the  bacchanal  hence  let  us  sever ; 
The  draught  that  bewilders  the  reason,  resign  ; 
The  type  of  the  prophet  be  cherished  forever  : — 
God's  vials  of  wrath  were  their  bottles  of  wine  ! 


184. 


7s.    &,    6s. 


I   O,  treat  the  drunkard  kindly, 

Say  not  to  him  in  wrath, 
He  is  a  human  monster — 

An  imp  in  virtue's  path  : 
Say  not,  before  his  presence, 

He  is  to  mercy  lost — 
Though  by  intemp'rance  shattered- 

On  dangerous  billows  tossed. 


TEMPERANCE. 

2  Speak  to  the  drunkard  kindly, 

And  take  him  by  the  hand, 
And  lead  him  where  the  outcast 

Once  more  erect  may  stand  ; 
Jt  is  persuasion  only 

He  needs  to  save  him  now  ; 
See  !  gentle  words  and  kindness, 

How  they  inspire  his  brow  ! 

3  Speak  to  the  drunkard  kindly, 

And  let  the  starting  tear 
Reveal  thy  warm   affections, 

And  sympathy  sincere ! 
For  this — O,  this  will  save  him 

From  wretchedness  and  woe, 
And  cause  within  his  bosom 

Pure  gratitude  to  flow. 

4  O  treat  the  drunkard  kindly, 

And  you  will  surely  win 
From  paths  of  degradation, 

From  sorrow   and  from  sin  : 
And  in  the  world  of  glory 

Full  many  a  soul  will  shine, 
Which  by  your  generous  efforts, 

Was  raised  to  bliss  divine. 


185 


lis.  &  Ss. 

Hark,  hark,  the  sweet  music  that  sounds  thro' 
And  thrills  in  the  ears  of  us  all  ;       [the  land, 

As  louder  and  louder  each  cold  water  band, 
Responds  to  the  true  temp'rance  call. 

Lo  !  thousands  spring  up  from  each  valley  and 
And  seizing  the  soul-stirring  strain,  [hill. 

Send  back  the  blest  challenge  with  hearty  good 
From  hill-top  to  valley  again.  ['  "' 


Wl. 


TEMPERANCE. 

And  thus  may  the  strains  of  the  cold-water  song 
Refresh  us  while  lasts  the  glad  day  ; 

And  night,  in  its  stillness,  the  echo  prolong, 
Till  time  with  us  passes  away. 

While  hope,  with  her  warm  light,  each  beaming 
Evermore  may  that  life-giving  strain  [eye  fills. 

Ring  out  as  an  earnest  of  joy,  till  it  thrills 
And  echoes  to  heaven  a<rain. 


186. 


S.  M.  M.  W.  Hale 


1  Praise  for  the  glorious  light, 

Which  crowns  this  joyous  day  ; 
Whose  beams  dispel  the  shades  of  pight, 
And  wake  our  grateful  lay  ! 

2  Praise  for  the  mighty  band, 

Redeemed  from  error's  chain  ; 
Whose  echoing  voices,  through  our  land, 
Join  our  triumphant  strain! 

3  Ours  is  no  conquest  gained 

Upon  the  tented  field  ; 
Nor  hath  the  Mowing  life-blood  stained 
The  victor's  helm  and  shield. 

4  But  the  strong  might  of  love, 

And  truth's  all-pleading  voice, 
As  angels  bending  from  above, 
Have  made  our  hearts  rejoice. 

5  Lord  !  upward  to  thy  throne 

Th'  imploring  voice  we  raise; 
The  might,  the  strength,  are  thine  alone! 
Thine  be  our- loftiest  praise. 


TEMPERANCE, 


187.  c.  m. 

1  Stay,  mortal,  stay  1  nor  heedless  thus, 

Thy  sure  destruction  seal ; 
Within  that  cup  there  lurks  a  curse, 
Which  all  who  drink  must  feel. 

2  Disease  and  death,  forever  nigh, 

Stand  ready  at  the  door; 
And  eager  wait  to  hear  the  cry, 
Of  'give  me  one  glass  more.' 

3  Stay,  mortal,  stay  !  repent,  return, 

Reflect  upon  thy  fate  ; 
The  poisonous  draught  indignant  spurn- 
Spurn,  spurn  it,  ere  too  late. 

4  O  fly  the  place  of  licensed  sin, 

Nor  linger  near  the  door, 
Lest  thou,  perchance,  should  taste  again 
The  treacherous  '  one  glass  more.' 


188. 


L.  M. 


1   God  of  our  fathers,  'tis  thy  hand, 

Hath  turned  the  tide  of  death  away, 
That  rolled  in  madness  o'er  the  land, 
And  filled  thy  people  with  dismay. 

'2  Thy  voice  awoke  us  from  our  dream  ; 
Thy  spirit  taught  our   hearts  to  feel  ; 
'Twas  thy  own  light,  whose  radiant  beam 
Came  down  our  duty  to  reveal. 

3  Almighty  Parent,  still  in  thee 

Our  spirits  trust  for  strength  divine  : 
Gird  us  with  heaven's  own  energy, 
And  o'er  our  paths  let  wisdom  shine. 


TEMPERANCE. 

lan's  destructi' 
..  fire  still  backvvu. 
Drive  each  delusive  mist  away, 
And  every  humble  effort  bless. 


The  work  of  man's  destruction  stay  ; 
The  tide  of  fire  still  backward  press  ; 


7s.   M.         P.    H.   SwEETSER. 


189. 

1  Hark  !  the  voice  of  choral  song 
Floats  upon  the  breeze  along, 
Chanting  clear,  in  solemn  lays, — 

'  Man  redeemed — to  God  the  praise  !' 

2  Angels,  strike  the  golden  lyre! 
Mortals,  catch  the  heavenly  fire  ! 
Thousands  ransomed  from  the  grave, 
Millions  yet  our  pledge  shall  save  ! 

«>  Save  from  sin's  destructive  breath, 
Save  from  sorrow,  shame  and  death— 
From  foul  intemp'rance  and  strife, 
Save  the  husband,  children,  wife  ! 

4  Courage  '  let  no  heart  despair — 
Mighty  is  the  truth  we  bear  ! 
Forward  then,  baptized  in  love, 
Led  by  wisdom  from  above  ! 


J  90.  p.m. 

I    l'vr,  thrown  the  bowl  aside. 

For  me  no  more  shall  flow 
Its  ruddy  stream  or  sparkling  tide, 

How  bright  soe'er  it  glow; 
I've  seen  extending  wide 

Its  devastating  sway, 
Seen    reason  yield  his  power  to  guide, 

I've  cast  the  bowl   away. 


TEMPERANCE. 

O  ne'er  tempt  me  again 

To  drain  the  cup  of  sin  ; 
For  ruin  dire,  disease,  and  pain, 

Taint  all  that  foams  within  ; 
Neglected  duties  rise 

In  fearful  sad  array, 
Up  to  its  brim, — I  will  be  wise, — 

I've  cast  the  bowl  away. 

My  days  of  revelry 

O  gladly  I  give  up  ; 
They're  but  the  marks  of  misery, 

Which  lurk  within  the  cup  ; 
While  Indolence  and  Want, 

And  Poverty  display 
Themselves  in  every  drunkard's  haunt, 

I've  cast  the  bowl  away  ! 

A  drunkard's  gloomy  grave 

Shall  ne'er  be  made  for  me ; 
O  rather  let  the  rushing  wave 

Engulph  me  in  the  sea  ! 
And  may  it  be  my  lot 

To  die  'neath  Reason's  ray  ! 
Remembered  by  my  friends  or  not, — 

I've  cast  the  bowl  awav  ! 


191 


8s.    &,    7s.  PlERPOXT. 

1  Pillows  wet  with  tears  of  anguish, 

Couches   pressed  in  sleepless  woe, 
Where  the  sons  of  Belial  languish, 
Father,  may  we  never  know. 

2  For  the  maddening  cup  shall  never 

To  our  thirsting  lips  be  pressed, 
But  our  draft  shall  be,  forever, 
The  cold-water  thou  hast  blessed. 


TKMPERANCE. 

3  This  shall  give  us  strength  to  labor, 

This   make  all  our  stores  increase; 
This,  with  thee  and  with  our  neighbor, 
Bind  us  in  the  bonds  of  peace. 

4  For  the  lake,  the  well,  the  river, 

Water-brook  and  crystal  spring, 
Do  we  now,  to  thee,  the  Giver, 
Thanks,  our  daily  tribute,  bring. 

192.  P.    M.  Wash.  Harp. 

1   Touch  not  the  cup,  it  is  death  to  thy  soul, 
Touch  not  the  cup,  touch  not  the  cup  ; 
Many  I  know  who  have  quaffed  from  the  bowl  ; 

Touch  not  the  cup,  touch  it  not : 
Little  they  thought  that  the  demon  was  there, 
Blindly  they  drank  and  were  caught  in  the  snare, 
Then  of  the  death-dealing  bowl  oil  beware  ! 
Touch  not  the  cup,  touch  it  not ! 

'2  Touch  not  the  cup  when  the  wine  glistens  bright, 
Touch  not  the  cup,  touch  not  the  cup; 
Tho'  like  the  ruby  it  shines  in  the  light, 

Touch  not  the  cup,  touch  it  not: 
The  fangs  of  the  serpent  are  hid  in  the  bowl, 
Deeply  the  poison  will  enter  thy  soul, 
Soon  will  it  plunge  thee  beyond  thy  control, 
Touch  not  the  cup,  touch  it  not. 

3  Touch  not  the  cup,  young  man  in  thy  pride, 
Touch  not  the  cup,  touch  not  the  cup  ; 
Hark  to  the  warning  of  thousands  who've  died, 

Touch  not  the  cup,  touch  it  not: 
Go  to  their  lonely  and  desolate  tomb, 
Think  of  their  death,  of  their  sorrow  and  gloom, 
Think  that   perhaps  thou    may'st  share  in  their 
Touch  not  the  cup,  touch  it  not.  [doom, 


TEMPERANCE. 


4  Touch  not  the  cup,  O  drink  not  a  drop, 
Touch  not  the  cup,  touch  not  the  cup  ; 
All  that  thou  lovest  entreat  thee  to  stop, 

Touch  not  the  cup,  touch  it  not. 
Stop  !   for  the  home  that  to  thee  is  so  near, 
Stop  !   for  thy  friends  that  to  thee  are  so  dear, 
Stop,  for  thy  country,  the  God  thou  dost  fear, 
Touch  not  the  cup,  touch  it  not. 


193. 


C.  M. 


'  "Tis  but  a  drop,'  the  father  said, 

And  gave  it  to  his  son, 
But  little  did  he  think  a  work 

Of  death  was  then  begun  : 
The  '  drop'  that  lured  when  thus  the  babe 

Scarce  lisped  his  father's  name, 
Inspired  a  fatal  appetite 

Within  his  infant  frame. 

'  "Tis  but  a  drop,'  the  comrades  cried, 

In  truant  schoo!-boy  tone, — 
1  It  did  not  hurt  us  in  our  robes, 

Nor  will  it  now  we're  grown  ;' 
And  so  they  drank  the  mixture  up — 

That  reeling  youthful  band  ; 
For  each  had  learned  to  love  the  taste, 

From  his  own  father's  hand. 

'  'Tis  but  a  drop — I  need  it  now,' 

The  staggering  drunkard  said; 
'It  was  my  food  in  infancy, 

My  meat,  and  drink,  and  bread  ; 
A  drop,  a  drop,  oh    let  me  have, 

'Twill  so  refresh  my  soul  !' 
He  took  it — trembled — drank — and  died, 

Grasping  the  fatal  bowl. 


XII.    ANTI-SLAVERY. 


194.  P.  M.  II.  Ware  Jk. 

1   Oppression  shall  not  always  reign  ; 

There  comes  a  brighter  day, 
When  freedom,  burst  from  every  chain, 

Shall  have  triumphant  way. 
Then  right  shall  over  might  prevail, 
And  truth,  like  hero  armed  in  mail, 
The  hosts  of  tyrant-wrong  assail, 

And  hold  eternal  sway. 

*2  What  voice  shall  bid  the  progress  stay, 

Of  truth's  victorious  car, 
What  arm  arrest  the  growing  day, 

Or  quench  the  solar  star  ? 
Wrhat  dastard  soul,  though  stout  and  strong, 
Shall  dare  bring  back  the  ancient  wrong, 
Or  slavery's  guilty  night  prolong, 

And  freedom's  morning  bar? 

?*  The  hour  of  triumph  comes  apace, 

The  fated,  promised  hour, 
When  earth  upon  a  ransomed  race, 

Her  beauteous  gifts  shall  shower. 
Ring,  Liberty,  thy  glorious  bell, 
Bid  high  thy  sacred  banner  swell, 
Let  trump  on  trump  the  triumph  tell, 

Of  heaven's  redeeming  power. 


ANTI-SLAVERY. 


195,  k.  M.  Montgomery. 

1   Let  Mammon  hold,  while  Mammon  can, 
The  bones  and  blood  of  living  man  : 
Let  despots  scorn,  while  despots  dare, 
The  shrieks  and  vvrithings  of  despair; — 

*2  The  end  will  come,  it  will  not  wait, 

Bonds,  yokes  and  scourges  have  their  date  : 
Slavery  itself  must  pass  away, 
And  be  a  tale  of  yesterday. 


196. 


P.  M.  E.  D< 


1  '  It  is  falling  !   it  is  falling!' 

The  Almighty  speed  the  day, 
When  my  country's  giant  thraldom 

Shall  forever  pass  away  ; 
When  the  hateful  fetters  melted 

From  the  bondman's  soul  and  limb, 
He  shall  hail  old  freedom's  temple, 

Opening  wide  her  gates  to  him. 

2  It  is  falling — falling — falling  ! 

By  the  wide  green  earth  abhorred, 
Deep  to  deep  to  judgment  calling — 

1  It  shall  perish,'   saith  the  Lord  : 
Perish  !  though  its  bonds  to  strengthen. 

Foul  oppression  wields  her  brand  ; 
Perish  !  though  its  reign  to  lengthen, 

Despots  struggle  hand  in  hand. 
9 


ANTI-SLAVERY. 


197.  S.  M.  A.  Ballou 

1  Shall  kidnapped  Afric's  race, 

In  Southern  bondage  held, 
Forever  plead  their  deep  distress, 
And  coldly   be  repelled? 

2  Shall  wrong  and  outrage  reign, 

Where  Freedom's  ensigns  wave, 
And  Christian   men  the  right  maintain 
Their  brethren  to  enslave? 

3  Shall  flesh  and  blood  decree 

The  mischief  God  abhors, 
And  rebel  multitudes  agree 
To  nullify  his  laws  ? 

4  Shnll  magistrates  be  made 

Oppression's  sworn  right  hand, 
To  guard  the  cnptive's  dungeon  gate, 
And  scourge  him  through  the  land  T 

5  O  Lord,  in  thunder  tones, 

Rebuke  these  giant  crimes; 
Behold  the  victims,  hear  their  groans, 
And  rescue  them  betimes. 


198 


7s  &  6s.         Mrs.  Colburn. 

1  The  happy  day  is  dawning, 

The  earth's  bright  jubilee — 
The  long  expected  morning, 

That  sets  the  bondman  free  ; 
The  present  signs  betoken 

That  joyful  time  of  peace; 
All  chains  shall  soon  be  broken, 

And  wrong  and  crime  shall  cease. 


ANTI-SLAVERY. 

Our  land  has  long  been  blighted 

With  sins  of  every  name, 
Like  heathen  lands  benighted, 

And  gloried  in  its  shame: 
But  every  day  is  laden 

With  hope  of  good  to  come  ; 
Earth  yet  shall  be  an  Eden, — 

A  paradise  shall  bloom. 

In  suffering  and  reproaches, 

We'll  toil  for  truth  and  right ; 
The  Jubilee  approaches, 

We  hail  its  dawning  light : 
With  faith  and  zeal  increasing, 

We'll  toil  till  slavery  cease, 
And  earth  receive  the  blessing 

Of  universal  peace. 


P.  M.  Mrs.  Price. 


199. 

1  In  the  Southern  cane-brakes  wailing, 
See  our  suffering  brother  stand  ; 

Hear  the  chain  and  fetter  trailing, 
See  the  iron  gall  his  hand  : 
Mourning  brother ! 
Who  can  loose  that  cruel  band  ! 

2  Where  the  glorious  sun-light  beaming, 
Bathes  the  warm  and  fertile  plain, 

Human  blood  is  daily  streaming, 
To  enlarge  a  tyrant's  gain  : 
Mourning  brother — 
There  thy  blood  is  poured  like  rain  I 

3  Bondman,  there  is  hope  in  heaven — 


God  doth  hear  thy  bitter  cries 
'  Let  the  galling  chain  be  riven  ' 
9* 


ANTI-SLAVERY. 

He  is  speaking  from  the  skies  : 
Mourning  captive — 
Freedom's  sun  will  soon  arise  ! 
Light  is  breaking  forth  in  beauty, 

Burning  words  of  love  are  spoke  ; 
Human  hearts  shall  learn  their  duty  ; 
God  will  break  the  oppressor's   yoke 
Mourning  captive, 
Love  will  break  the  grievous  yoke. 


200 


P.  M.        Oliver  Johnson. 

1  Hark  !  a  voice  from  heaven  proclaiming 

Comfort  to  the  mourning  slave  ! 
God  has  heard  him  long  complaining, 
And   extends  his  arm  to  save  : 

Proud  Oppression 
Soon  shall  find  a  shameful  grave  ! 

2  See  the  light  of  truth  is  breaking, 

Full  and  clear  on  every  hand  ! 
And  the  voice  of  Mercy  speaking, 

Now  is  heard  through  all  the  land  : 
Firm  and  fearless, 
See  the  friends  of  freedom  stand. 

3  Lo  !  the  nation  is  arousing 

From  its  slumber  long  and  deep  ; 
And  the  friends  of  God  are  waking, 

Never,  never  more  to  sleep, 
While  a  bondman 
In  his  chains  remains  to  weep. 

4  Long,  too  long,  have  we  been  dreaming 

O'er  our  country's  sin  and  shame  ; 
Let  us  now,  the  time  redeeming, 

Press  the  helpless  captive's  claim, 
Till,  exulting, 
He  shall  cast  aside  his  chain  ! 


201 


ANTI-SLAVERY. 


7s  &  6s  Mrs.  Colburn. 


Hark  !   hark  !  the  clank  of  fetters, 
From  shady  grove  and  dell  ; 

A  shriek,  where  freedom's  martyrs 
In  mortal  combat  fell  ! 

What  !  stripes,  and   chains,  and  fetters, 

And  this  in  freedom's  land — 
Where  Liberty's  proud  altars, 

And  boasted  temples  stand  ! 

Is  this  the  home  of  freedom, 

Of  liberty  and  light, 
Where  millions  grope  in  thraldom, 

Deprived  of  law  and  right  ? 
A  refuge  from  oppression, 

For  Europe's  sons  to  share, — 
Whilst  for  a  dark  complexion, 

Her  own  the  chain  must  wear  ! 

Say,  is  that  voice  of  wailing, 

That  undissembled  cry — 
That  tale  the  slave  is  telling, 

Unworthy  a  reply  ? 
O  !   shall  their  many  sorrows, 

Their  dread  of  slavery's  curse, 
And  all  its  endless  horrors, 

Unheeded    be    by    us  ? 


202.  P.  M.  Mrs.  Price. 

1   I  pity  the  slave  mother,  care-worn  and  weary, 
Who  sighs  as  she  presses  her  babe  to  her  breast  ; 
I  lament  her  sad  fate,  all  so  hopeless  and  dreary, 
I  lament  for  her  woes,  and  her  wrongs  unredressed. 


ANTI-SLAVERY. 

O,  who  can  imagine  her  heart's  deep  emotion, 
As  she  thinks  of  her  children  about  to  be  sold  ! 
You  may  picture  the  bounds  of  the  rock-girdled 

Ocean, 
But  the  grief  of  that  mother  can  never  be  told ! 

2  The  mildew  of  slavery  has  blighted  each  blossom, 
That  ever  has  bloomed  on  her  path-way  below  ; 

It  has  frozen  each  fountain   that  gushed   in  her 

bosom, 
And  chilled  her  heart's  verdure  with  pitiless  woe. 
Her  parents,  her  kindred,  all  crushed  by  oppression; 
Her  husband  still  doomed  in  its  desert  to  stay  ; 
No  arm  to  protect  from  the  tyrant's  aggression — 
She  must  weep  as  she  treads  on  her  desolate  way. 

3  O,  who  will  pour  balm  o'er  her  cup  full  of  sorrow? 
Where,  where  is  the  hand  that  is  stretched  out  to 

save  1  [row, 

Dawns  not  for  that  slave  mother  one  happy  mor- 
Ere  she  lays  herself  down  in  a  merciless  grave? 
O,  slave-mother  !  is  there  no  vision  of  gladness, 
In  the  far-coming  future,  to  light  up  thy  sky  ? 
Is    there  nothing  for  thee    but  hard    toiling  and 

sadness — 
No  repose  for  thy  form  but  to  lie  down  and  die  ? 

4  O,  slave-mother,  hope;  see,  the  nation  is  shaking  ! 
The  arm  of  the  Lord  is  awake  to  thy  wrong  ! 
The  slaveholder's  heart  now  with  terror  is  quak- 
ing- 
Salvation  and  mercy  to  heaven  belong  ! 
Rejoice,  O  rejoice  !  for  the  child  thou  art  rearing, 
May  one  day  lift  up  its  unmanacled  form,        [i'lg, 
While  hope  to  thy  heart,  like  the  rainbow  so  cheer- 
Is  born,  like  the  rainbow,  midst  tempest  and  storm. 


203. 


ANTI-SLAVERY. 


P.  M.  Mrs.  Price. 


1  In  sweet   southern  vales  where  the  orange  trees 

blossom,  [plain  : 

Where  fragrance  and  sun-light  are  poured  o'er  the 
Where  blessings  are  strew'd  that  might  cheer  ev'ry 
And  beauty  is  lavished  to  banish  all  pain,  [bosom, 
Dark  stains  of  oppression  dim  ev'ry  fair  flower, 
And  sighs  of  the  weary  are  heard  in  each  bower, 
While  groans  of  affliction  mark  ev'ry  sad  hour 
That  passes  away  in  the  land  of  the  slave! 

2  Affections  are  trampled, and  manhood  is  blighted, 
And  woman's    tears  mingle    with  childhood's  dis- 
tress ; 

The  warnings  of  heaven  are  constantly  slighted, 
And  hated  the  hand  that  his  brother  would  bless  : 
O  why  comes    the  Spring    to    that    blood-stained 

plantation  ? 
Why  streams  the  rich    sun-light  o'er  man's  degra- 
dation ? 
Why  is' mercy  held  out  to  this  sin-harden'd  nation, 
That  crushes  God's  image  so  low  in  the  dust? 

3  But  not  on  the  whirlwind,  with  sword  all  upraised, 
Will  our  Father   in  Heaven  make  bare  his  strong 

arm  ;  [praised, 

With  love    will  he  come,    while  that  power  be  it 
Will  conquer  the  tyrant  and  rescue  from  harm  : 
The  bondman,   the  freeman   will   raise  their  glad 

voices, 
While  the  North  claps    her  hands  and  triumphant 

rejoices, 
As  the  anthem  of  Freedom,  with  myriads  of  voices, 
Shall  burst  in  the  chorus  of  transport  and  praise ! 


204. 


ANTI-SLAVERY. 


C.  M.  Mrs.  Colburn. 


1  Shall  suff'ring  bondmen  be  forgot, 

Their  sorrows  and  their  tears? 
The  mis'rv  of  their  wretched  lot, 
Their  griefs  and  many  fears? 

2  Oh,  shall  their  want,  and  woe,  and  pain, 

Be  never  brought  to  mind? 
The  horror  of  the  galling  chain? 
>  The  aching  limbs  confined  ? 

3  O  no,  we'll  often  think  of  them, 

When  life  is  fair  and  bright; 
Their  wrongs  and  woe  shall  be  our  theme, 
In  sorrow's  gath'ring  night. 

4  We'll  make   their  grief  and  pain  our  own, 

And  all  their  suffering  share  ; 
And  often  at  our  Father's  throne, 
We'll  plead  their  cause  in  prayer. 


205. 


P.  M.  J.  Hutchinson. 


1  O,  deep  was  the  anguish   of  the  slave  mother's 

heart, 
When  called  from  her  darling  for  ever  to  part  ; 
So  grieved   that   lone  mother,   that   heart-broken 

mother, 

In  sorrow  and  woe. 

2  The  harsh  auctioneer,  to  sympathy  cold, 
Tears  the  babe  from  its  mother  and  sells  it  for  gold  ; 
While  the  infant  and  mother  loud  shriek  for  each 

other, 

In  sorrow  and  woe. 


ANTI-SLAVERY. 

3  The  child  was  borne  off  to    a  far  distant  clime, 
While  the  mother  was  left  in  anguish  to  pine; 
But  reason  departed,  and  she  sank  broken-hearted, 

In  sorrow  and  woe. 

4  O  list,  ye  kind  mothers,  to  the  cries  of  the  slave  ; 
The  parents  and  children  implore  you  to  save  ; 
Go  !  rescue  the  mothers,  the  sisters  and  brothers, 

From  sorrow  and  woe. 


P.  JM.  E.  Wright  Jr. 


206. 

1  The  fetters  galled  my  weary  soul — 

A  soul  that  seemed  but  thrown  away  ; 
I  spurned  the  tyrant's  base  control, 

Resolved  at  last  the  man  to  play  : — 
The  hounds  are  baying  on  my  track  ; 
O  Christian  !  will  you  send  me  back  ? 

2  I  felt  the  stripes,  the  lash  I  saw, 

Red,  dripping  with  a  father's  gore; 
And  worst  of  all  their  lawless  law, 

The  insults  that  my  mother  bore  ! 
The  hounds  are  baying  on  my  track, 
O  Christian  !  will  you  send  me  back  ? 

3  Where  human  law  o'errules  divine, 

Beneath  the  sheriff's  hammer  fell 
My  wife  and  babes, — I  call  them  mine, — » 

And  where  they  suffer,  who  can  tell  ? 
The  hounds  are  baying  on  my  track, 
O  Christian !  will  you  send  me  back  ? 

4  I  seek  a  home  where  man  is  man, 

If  such  there  be  upon  this  earth, 
To  draw  my  kindred,  if  I  can, 

Around  its  free,  though  humble  hearth. 
The  hounds  are  baying  on  my  track, 
O  Christian  !  will  you  send  me  back? 


ANTI-SLAVERY. 


207. 


C.  M.  D.  H.  Jaques. 


1  O  weep,  ye  friends  of  Freedom,  weep  ! 

Shout  liberty  no  more  ; 
Your  harps  to  mournful  measures  sweep, 

Till  slavery's  reign  is  o'er. 
O,  furl  your  star-lit  thing  of  light — 

That  banner  should  not  wave 
Where,  vainly  pleading  for  his  right, 

Your  Brother  toils  a  slave  !  n 

2  O  pray,  ye  friends  of  Freedom,  pray 

For  those  who  toil  in  chains, 
Who  lift  their  fettered  hands  to-day 

On  Carolina's  plains  ! 
God  is  the  hope  of  all  th'  oppressed  ; 

His  arm  is  strong  to  save  ; 
Pray,  then,  that  freedom's  cause  be  blest, 

Your  Brother  is  a  slave  ! 

3  O  toil,  ye  friends  of  Freedom,  toil  ! 

Your  mission  to  fulfil, — 
That  Freedom's  consecrated  soil, 

The  slaves  no  longer  till ; 
Ay,  toil  and  pray  from  deep  disgrace 

Your  native  land  to  save  ; 
Weep  o'er  the  miseries  of  your  race, 

Your  Brother  is  a  slave  ! 


208.  c.  m. 

1   What  mean  ye  that  ye  bruise  and  bind 
My  people,  saith  the  Lord, 
And  starve  your  craving  brother's  mind, 
Who  asks  to  hear  my  word  ? 


ANTI-SLAVERY. 

*2  What  mean  ye  that  ye  make  them  toil, 
Through  long  and  weary  years, 
And  shed  like  rain  upon  your  soil, 
Their  blood  and  bitter  tears  ? 

3  What  mean  ye,  that  ye  dare  to  rend 

The  tender  mother's  heart  ? 
Brothers  from  sisters,  friend  from  friend, 
How  dare  you  bid  them  part  ? 

4  What  mean  ye,  when  God's  bounteous  hand 

To  you  so  much  has  given, 
That  from  the  slave  who  tills  your  land, 
Ye  keep  both  earth  and  heaven  ! 


P.   M.  Mrs.  Follen. 


209. 

1  Hear  ye  not  the  voice  of  anguish, 

In  our  own — our  native  land  ? 
Brethren,  doomed  in  chains  to  languish, 
Lift  to  heaven  the  fettered  hand  ; 

And  despairing, 
Death,  to  end  their  grief,  demand. 

2  Let  us  raise  our  supplication, 

For  the  scourged,  the  suff'ring  slave — 
AH  whose  life  is  desolation, 

All  whose  hope  is  in  the  grave  ; 

God  of  mercy  ! 
From  thy  throne,  O,  hear  and  save. 

3  Those  in  bonds  we  would  remember  ; 

Lord,  our  hands  with  theirs  are  bound  ! 
With  each  helpless,  suff'ring  member, 
Let  our  sympathies  be  found  ; 

Till  our  labors 
Spread  the  smile  of  freedom  round. 


ANTI-SLAVERY. 

Even  now  thy  word  is  spoken  ! 

'  Lo,  the  tyrant's  power  must  cease  ! 
From  the  slave  the  chain  be  broken  !' 

Captives,  hail  the  kind  release ! 
Then  in  splendor 

Christ  shall  reijjn,  the  Prince  of  Peace  ! 


210. 


L.  M.         W.  L.  Garrison. 


1  The  hour  of  freedom  !  come  it  must — 
O !  hasten  it  in  mercy,  heaven  ! 
When  all  who  grovel  in  the  dust 

Shall  stand  erect,  their  fetters  riven. 

2  When  glorious  freedom  shall  be  won 
By  every  caste,  complexion,  clime; 
When  tyranny  shall  be  o'erthrown, 
And  color  cease  to  be  a  crime! 

3  Friend  of  the  poor,  long-suffering  Lord  ! 
This  guilty  land  from  ruin  save  , 

Let  Justice  sheathe  her  glittering  sword, 
And  Mercy  rescue  from  the  grave. 

4  And  ye,  who  are  like  cattle  sold, 
Ignobly  trodden  like  the  earth, 
And  bartered  constantly  for  gold — 
Your  souls  debased  from  their  high  birth- 

5  Bear  meekly  still  your  cruel  woes, 
Light  follows  darkness — comfort,  pain  ; 
So  time  shall  give  you  sweet  repose, 
And  sever  every  hateful  chain. 


ANTI-SLAVERY. 

211.  lis.  &  8s.  Mrs.  Price. 

West  India  Emancipation. 
1   How  brightly  they  lie  on  the  ocean's  deep  surge, 

All  gilded  by  freedom  and  love  ;    • 
The  zephyr's  sweet  voice  has  sung  tyranny's  dirge, 

And  wafts  their  glad  praises  above. 

1  The  mother,  who   knelt  where  the  briny  waves 
And  lifted  her  hands  in  despair;  [beat, 

Now  feels  that  the  fetter  is  loosed  from  her  feet, 
Her  loved  ones  released  from  the  snare. 

3  There's  joy  in  the  cabin  where  once  there  was 
The  husband,  the  father  is  free —  [woe, 

While  blessings  of  Liberty  sweetly  o'erflow 
Those  beautiful  Isles  of  the  sea. 

4  A  halo  of  glory  encircles  them  now, 
A  rainbow  is  seen  in  the  sky  ; 

Fair  freedom  looks  up  with  a  wreath  on  her  brow, 
And  points  to  the  glory  on  high. 

5  Those  slaves  once  degraded  may  now  hope   to 
The  mansions  prepared  for  the  blest ;         [gain 

Away  from  the  thoughts  of  their  bondage  and  pain, 
With  purified  spirits  to  rest. 


212.  P.  M.  O.  Johnson. 

The  Same. 
1  The  bondmen  are  free  in  the  Isles  of  the  main! 

The  chains  from  their  limbs  they  are  flinging  ! 
They  stand  up  as  Men — never  tyrants  again 
Their  God-given  rights  in  proud  scorn  shall  pro- 
It  is  Liberty's  song  they  are  singing :  [fane, 
Hark,  loud  swells  their  strain  o'er  the  foaming  sea, 
'  Freedom  !  holy  freedom  !  freedom,  our  joy  is  in 
thee  !' 


ANTI-SLAVERY. 

2  That  shout  of  the    freed-men    bursts    sweet  on 

our  ears  ! 
Their  hymn  full  of  joy,  hear  it  swelling  ! 
Their  hearts    throb  with    pleasure,  their   eyes  fill 

with  tears, 
As  ends  the  hard  bondage  of  many  long  years  : 

Now  exultant  with  pride  they  are  telling — 
*  Free,  free  are  we  from  the  slave's  hard  yoke  ! 
Freemen,  faithful    freemen — freemen,  our   fetters 
have  broke !' 

3  Now  praise  to  Jehovah  I  the  might  of  His  love 
At  length  o'er  the  foe  is  prevailing ; 

His  truth  was  the  weapon,  and  by  it  we  strove, 
In  the  light  of  his  spirit  sent   down  from  above — 

E'en  his  love  and  his  truth  never  failing; 
Thanks,  thanks  unto  God  !  now  the  slave  is  free  ! 
Freedom  !  holy  freedom  [  Father,  our  thanks  are 
to  thee  \ 

4  O  ye  who  are  blest  with  fair  Liberty's  light, 
With  courage  and  hope  all  abounding, 

With  weapons  of  love  be  ye  bold  for  the  right ; 
By  the  preaching  of  truth  put  oppression  to  flight; 

Then,  your  altars  triumphant  surrounding, 
Loud,  loud  let  the  anthem  of  joy  ring  out : 
'  Freedom  !   holy  freedom  V  Jet  all  the  world  hear 
the  shout  I 


213. 


L.  M.  Mrs.  Colburn. 


Eternal  Father,  Thou  hast  made 
A  numerous  family  thy  care, 
Nor  sable  hue,  nor  caste,  nor  grade, 
Excludes  the  meanest  from  his  share. 


ANTI  SLAVERY. 

2  Of  kindred  blood  and  flesh  the  same, 
In  thy  pure  sight  of  equal  worth, 
Then  why  should  one  the  sceptre  claim, 
And  crush  his  brother  to  the  earth? 

3  Why  should  the  sighing  bondman  grope, 
A  cheerless  journey  to  the  tomb? 

No  star  to  guide,  no  ray  of  hope 
To  shine  upon  the  darksome  gloom  I 

4  Wilt  thou  not  hear,  and  set  them  free, 
The  downcast  slave,  for  whom  we  plead, 
And  make  our  land,   as  it  should  be, 

A  free  and  happy  land  indeed  ? 


214. 


S.  M. 

How  long  shall  Afric's  sons 

Be  sons  of  grief  and  pain, 
How  long  shall  slavery  curse  the  earth, 

And  mercy  plead  in  vain  ? 

Lift  up  your  voice  to-day, 

In  Freedom's  holy  cause, 
Till  all  the  world  in  love  obey 

Their  Maker's  righteous  laws. 

Then  in  your  blissful  songs 

Shall  bond  and  free  unite, 
His  praise  to  spread,  to  whom  belongs 

All  majesty  and  might. 


7s.  M.      E.  M.  Chandler, 


215. 

1  Christian  mother !  when  thy  prayer 
Trembles  on  the  twilight  air, 
And  thou  askest  God  to  keep, 
In  their  waking  and  their  sleep, 


ANTI-SLAVERY. 

Those,  whose  love  is  more  to  thee 
Than  the  wealth  of  land  or  sea, — 
Think  of  those  who  wildly  mourn 
For  the  loved  ones  from  them  torn  ! 

2  Christian  daughter,  sister,  wife! 
Ye,  who  wear  a  guarded  life  ! 

Ye,  whose  bliss  hangs  not,  thank  God, 

On  a  tyrant's  word  or  nod  ! 

Will  ye  hear,  with  tearless  eye, 

Of  the  wild  despairing  cry, 

Rising  up  from  human  hearts, 

As  their  latest  bliss  departs  ? 

3  Blest  ones  !  whom  no  hands  on  earth 
Dare  to  wrench  from  home  and  hearth, 
Ye,  whose  hearts  are  sheltered  well, 
By  affection's  holy  spell, 

Oh  !   forget  not  those,  for  whom 
Life  is  nought  but  changeless  gloom, 
O'er  whose  days,  so  woe-begone, 
Hope  may  paint  no  brighter  dawn  ! 


216. 


L.  M. 


1   O  Lord  !  whose  forming  hand  one  blood 
To  all  the  tribes  and  nations  gave, 
And  giv'st  to  all  their  daily  food, 
Look  down  in  pity  on  the  slave  ! 

'2  Fetters  and  chains  and  stripes  remove, 
Deliverance  to  the  captives  give ; 
And  pour  the  tide  of  light  and  love 
Upon  their  souls,  and  bid  them  live. 


ANTI-SLAVERY. 

3  Oh  !  kindle  in  our  hearts  the  flame 
Of  zeal,  thy  holy  will  to  do  ; 

And  bid  each  one,  who  loves  thy  name, 
Love  all  his  bleeding  brethren  too. 

4  Through  all  thy  temples  let  the  stain 
Of  prejudice  each  bosom  flee; 
And,  hand  in  hand,  let  Afric's  train, 
With  Europe's  children  worship  thee. 


217. 


L.  M.    Caroline  Weston. 


1    To  Freedom's  cause,  the  cause  of  truth, 
With  joy  we  dedicate  our  youth  ; 
To  Freedom's  holy  altar  bring 
Fortune  and  life,  an  offering. 

*2  Temptations  sore  and  deadly  foes, 
Our  onward  progress  would  oppose  ; 
And  conflict  stern   we  still  must  wage 
With  bigot  hate  and  tyrant  rage. 

3  Yet  are  we  strong,  O  God  of  might ! 
Ours  are  thy  words  of  truth  and  right ; 
And  armed  in  these,  in  vain  thy  foes 
Their  thronging  numbers  may  oppose. 

4  In  earnest  hope  we  wait  the  hour, 
Foretold  us  by  prophetic  power, 
When  all  shall  come  to  thee,  and  own 
The  glorious  image  of  thy  Son. 

10 


XIII.    CHRISTIAN  NON-RESISTANCE,  PEACE. 


218. 


C.  M.  A.  Ballou. 


1  When  first  the  Nan-resistant  name 

Struck  my  astonished  ear, 
I  thought  the  thing  an  open  shame, 

And  scarce  withheld  a  sneer  : 
I  knew  not  then  my  Savior's  love 

Reflected  from  the  cross — 
That  love,  that  Non-resistant  love, 

Which  triumphed  on  the  cross. 

2  But  wiser  thoughts  pursued  the  theme, 

Till  I  at  length  perceived, 
'Twas  not,  indeed,  the  idle  dream 

I  blindly  had   believed  : 
I  faintly  viewed  my  Savior's  love 

Reflected  from  the  cross — 
That  love,  that  Non-resistant  love, 

Which  triumphed  on  the  cross. 

3  With  clearer  vision  soon  I  saw 

A  principle  profound, 
Which  magnified  the  royal  law, 

And  healed  its  deepest  wound  : 
O  then  I  felt  my  Savior's  love 

Reflected  from  the  cross — 
That  love,  that  Non-resistant  love, 

Which  triumphed  on  the  cross. 


CHRISTIAN    NON-RESISTANCE,    PEACE. 


PART       II. 

I  laid  my  carnal  weapons  by, 

And  quit  the  warrior's  art, 
Resolved  by  grace  I'd  sooner  die 

Than  act  the  murderer's  part : 
For  now  I  felt  the  Savior's  Jove 

Reflected  from  the  cross — 
That  love,  that  Non-resistant  love, 

Which  triumphed  on  the  cross. 

Nor  could  I  share  in  government 

Supported  by  the  sword ; 
Nor  through  the  ballot-box  consent 

To  disobey  my  Lord  : 
For  dearer  grew  the  Savior's  love 

Reflected  from  the  cross — 
That  love,  that  Non-resistant  love, 

Which  triumphed  on  the  cross. 

Nor  went  I  more  to  seek  redress 

In  courts  of  human  law, 
Or  claim  protection  in  distress, 

My  foes  to  overawe  : 
For  I  could  trust  the  Savior's  love 

Reflected  from  the  cross — 
That  love,  that  Non-resistant  lore, 

Which  triumphed  on  the  cross. 


PART       III. 

Ye  followers  of  the  Prince  of  Peace, 
Howe'er  despised  and  few, 

O  never  from  your  mission  cease, 
Nor  prove  yourselves  untrue  : 
10* 


CHRISTIAN     NON-RESISTANCE,    PEACE. 

Exemplify  the  Savior's  love 

Reflected  from  the  cross — 
That  love,  that  Non-resistant  love. 
Which  triumphed  on  the  cross. 

8  The  earth  so  long  a  slaughter-field, 

Shall  yet  an  Eden  bloom  ; 
The  Tiger  to  the  Lamb  shall  yield, 

And  War  descend  the  tomb  : 
For  all  shall  feel  the  Savior's  love 

Reflected  from  the  cross — 
That  love,  that  Non-resistant  love, 

Which  triumphed  on  the  cross. 

PART       IV. 

9  Then  swell  the  soul-inspiring  strains, 

With  cheerful  heart  and  voice; 
Jehovah's  Son  in  Salem  reigns, 

The  Sovereign  of  our  choice  : 
'Twas  he  that  wept  and  bled  in  love 

Upon  the  dreadful  cross — 
His  was  the  Non-resistant  love, 

Which  triumphed  on  the  cross. 

10  His  highest  glory  is  to  serve, 

His  blessedness  to  give — 
The  bruised  to  heal,  the  faint  to  nerve, 

And  cause  the  dead  to  live  : 
Most  glorious  is  the  Savior's  love 

Reflected  from  the  cross — 
That  love,  that  Non-resistant  love, 

Which  triumphed  on  the  cross. 

11  Be  this  the  glory  ivc  pursue, 

The  blessedness  we  seek, 

Along  the  lanes  of  life  to  strew 

The  mercies  of  the  meek  : 


CHRISTIAN    NON-RESISTANCE,    PEACE. 

Thus  shall  we  breathe  the  Savior's  love 

Reflected  from  the  cross — 
That  love,  that  Non-resistant  love, 

Which  triumphed  on  the  cross. 


219. 


P.  M.  A.  Ballou 


1  Non-Resistants,  raise  the  Standard, 
Sing  the  wrath-subduing  cross  ; 
Though  despised,  reproached  and  slandered, 
Swell  the  theme  with  clarion  voice  ; 

Non-Resistants, 
Shout  the  wrath-subduing  cross. 

'2  Groaning  nature,  steeped  in  anguish, 
Wails  aloud  her  slaughtered  host- 
Wails  her  wounded,  left  to  languish 
Where  the  fallen  yield  the  ghost ; 

Non-Resistants, 
Sound  the  Rescue  for  the  lost. 

3  Shall  the  sword  devour  forever, 

Bathing  all  the  world  in  blood  ? 
Shall  the   tide  of  misery  never 
Cease  to  roll  its  gloomy  flood  1 

Non-Resistants, 
Shout  the  All-redeeming  Good, 

4  No,  there  shall  be  peace  and  gladness, 

All  the  ransomed  earth  around, 
When  her  children,    saved  from  madness, 
Shall  in  righteousness  abound  ; 

Non-Resistants, 
Shout  the  glorious  Rescue  found. 


CHRISTIAN    NON-RESISTANCE,    PEACE. 


L.  M.  A.  Ballou 


220. 

1  When  brutish  men  against  you  rise, 
With  raging  tongues  and  spiteful  eyes, 
Be  Christ-like,  patient,  meek  and  brave, 
Resolved  your  foes  to  bless  and  save. 

2  Resist  not  with  injurious  might 

The  cruel  blows  they  chance  to  strike, 
Nor  hateful  words  for  like  return, 
Nor  let  your  secret  anger  burn. 

3  The  Christian  hero  suffers  long, 
A  martyr  to  repeated  wrong, 
Intent  to  overcome  with  good 
The  evil  of  the  viper  brood. 

4  And  thus  triumphant,  soon  or  late, 
Alike  o'er  self  and  mortal  hate, 

He  takes  the  moral  conqueror's  crown, 
And  sits  with  Christ  in  glory  down. 

5  Great  Non-Resistant,  Prince  of  Peace, 
Our  faith,  and  love,  and  strength  increase, 
That  we  this  victory  too  may  gain, 

And  o'er  our  foes  divinely  reijjn. 


221.    .  S.  M.  A.  Ballou 

1  Forbear  that  treacherous  sword  ! 

Its  deadly  blade  restrain  ; 
For  they  that  trust  its  fell  support, 
Shall  perish  with  the  slain. 

2  Thus  Jesus  promptly  stayed 

Impetuous  Peter's  arm, 
And  though  to  murderous  foes  betrayed. 
Forbade  to  do  them  harm. 


CHRISTIAN     NON-RESISTANCE,    PEACE. 

Obedient  to  his  voice 

The  first  disciples  proved — 

And  bore  their  non-resistant  cross, 
By  scorn  and  wrath   unmoved. 

And  let  the  faithful  still 
Revere  his  high  command, 

Returning  only  good  for  ill, 
With  ever  generous  hand. 


222,  P-  M.  A.  Ballou. 

1  Alas  !  how  many  boldly  mock 

Love  divine,  love  divine, 
And  at  the  door  of  mercy  knock 

All  for  self,  all  for  self; 
Nor  pity  feel,  nor  mercy  show 
To  guilty  fellow  men  below, 
But  crush  them  to  the  depths  of  woe, 

Full  of  wrath,  full  of  wrath. 

2  Hence  war,  the  gallows,  and  the  cell 

Still  prevail,  still  prevail, 
And  so-called  Christians  love  them  well, 

Proud  to  share,  proud  to  share, 
The  honors  of  a  Church  and  State, 
That  boast  the  vengeance  they  can  take, 
And  scruple  not  their  foes  to  hate, 

Ee'n  to  death,  e'en  to  death. 

3  How  long,  how  long  shall  these  things  be  ! 

Mercy  sought,  mercy  sought, 
With  tears  by  men  of  cruelty? 

Heaven  forbid,  heaven  forbid! 
Dissolve,  O  God,  the  flinty  heart, 
And  swift  thy  precious  grace  impart, 
That  each  may  feel  his  brother's  smart — 

Pardoning  all,  pardoned  free. 


CHRISTIAN     NON-RESISTANCE,    PEACE. 

223.  P-  M.  Mrs.  Colburn. 

J   Joy  !  joy  to  the  world — for  the  sword  shall  be 

broken, 
The  arm  of  the  warrior  be  shorn  of  its  might ; 
The  war  spirit  hushed — for  Jehovah  hath  spoken  ! 
The  Lamb  with  the  Lion  in  peace  shall  unite  : 
Love — love  is  the  tie  that  will  bind  them  together, 
All  the  races  of  men  in  harmony  blend  ; 
Will  make  all  behold  in  the  face  of  each  other 
But  the  token  of  love,  the  heart  of  a  friend. 

'Z  A  way  with  the  trappings  of  war-purchased  glory  ; 
The  garland  of  laurel  must  wither  and  die: 
Then  nought  shall  be  known  of  the  hero's  famed 

story, 
For  he  and  his  name  in  oblivion  shall  lie  ;  [river, 
Then  Peace  shall   run  down  like  a  sweet-flowing 
And  all  shall  partake  of  the  life-giving  stream  ; 
Oppression  and  Sorrow  be  banished  forever, 
And  the  Song  of  the  Angels  through  earth  be  the 

theme  ! 


224. 


L.  M.  D.  S.  Whitney 


1  There  is  an  armor  from  above, 
'Tis  mercy's  gift  to  erring  man, 
And  he  therein  may  safely  move 
'Midst  warring  hosts,  or  murderous  clan. 

2  'Tis  Christian  love — this  armor  bright, 
Nor  wrong,  nor  hate  can  quench  its  flame 
It  springs  from  God — it  is  his  might, 
And  glows  eternally  the  same. 


CHRISTIAN     NON-RESISTANCE,    PEACE. 

3  See,  how  our  brethren  stand  arrayed, 
Clad  in  their  arms  for  deadly  strife  ; 
To  slaughter  men  is  yet  a  trade — 
An  art,  to  blot  out  human  life. 

4  The  erring  nations  fight  for  peace  ; 

But  peace  comes  not  from  war  and  blood 
The  more  they  strive  does  wrath  increase, 
And  farther  flies  the  wished-for  good. 

5  And  yet,  we  cannot  yield  our  hope  ; 
It  rests  upon  foundation  strong — 
For  non-resisting  love  can  cope 
With  every  form  of  hate  and  wrong. 


225. 


C.  M.        Mrs.  Livermors. 


1  No  warlike  sounds  awoke  the  nio-ht, 

Announcing  Jesus'  birth, 
But  angels  borne  on  wings  of  light, 
vv  ho  chanted  '  Peace  on  earth  !' 

2  Not  in  the  warrior's  armor  mailed 

Was  Christ  the  Savior  found  ; 
Not  striving,  when  by  wrath  assailed, 
Not  with  the  laurel  crowned. 

3  But  meek  and  lowly  was  his  life, 

The  gentle  Prince  of  Peace, 
Whose  law  condemns  the  hostile  strife, 
And  bids  dissensions  cease. 

4  Then  let  the  war-cry  ne'er  be  rung 

Beneath  the  smiling  sky, 
Nor  to  the  clouds  the  banner  flung 
That  tells  of  victory. 


CHRISTIAN      NON-RESISTANCE,    PEACE. 

5  But  let  the  blissful  period  haste, 

When,  hushed  the  cannon's  roar, 
The  sword  shall  cease  mankind  to  waste. 
And  war  shall  be  no  more. 


226.  7s.  M.    Lewins  Mead  Col 

1  Peace  !  the  welcome  sound  proclaim, 
Dwell  with  rapture  on  the  theme  ; 
Loud,  still  louder,  swell  the  strain, 
Peace  on  earth,  good-will  to  men. 

2  Breezes!  whispering  soft  and  low, 
Gently  murmur  as  ye  blow, 
Breathe  the  sweet  celestial  strain, 
Peace  on  earth,  good- will  to  men. 

3  Ocean's  billows  !   far  and  wide, 
Rolling  in   mnjestic  pride, 
Loud,  still  louder  swell  the  strain, 
Peace  on  earth,  good-will  to  men. 

4  Christians  !   who  these  blessings  feel, 
And  in  adoration  kneel, 

Loud,  still  louder  swell  the  strain, 
Peace  on  earth,  jrood-will  to  men. 


227. 


6s.  &  10s.  Milton. 


1   No  war  nor  battle's  sound 
Was  heard  the  earth  around, — 
No  hostile  chiefs  to  furious  combat  ran  ; 
But  peaceful  was   the  night 
In   which  the  Prince  of  Light 
His  reign  of  Peace  wpon  the  earth  began. 


CHRISTIAN    NON-RESISTANCE,    PEACE. 

2  No  conqueror's  sword  he  bore, 
No  warlike  armor  wore, 

Nor  haughty  passions  roused  to  contest  wild  ; 

In  peace  and  love  he  came, 

And  gentle  was  his  reign, 
Which  o'er  the  earth  he  spread  by  influence  mild. 

3  Unwilling  kings  obeyed, 
And  sheathed  the  battle  blade, 

And  called  their  bloody  legions  from  the  field  : 

In  silent  awe  they  wait, 

And  close  the  warrior's  gate, 
Nor  know  to  whom  their  homage  thus  they  yield. 

4  The  peaceful  conqueror  goes, 
And  triumphs  o'er  his  foes, 

His  weapons  drawn  from   armories  above  ; 

Behold  the  vanquished  sit 

Submissive  at  his  feet, 
And  strife  and  hate  are  changed  to  peace  and  love. 


228. 


C.  M.  Gibbons. 


1  Lord,  send  thy  word,  and  let  it  run, 

Armed  with  the  Spirit's  power; 
Ten  thousand  shall  confess  its  sway, 
And  bless  the  saving  hour. 

2  Beneath  the  influence  of  thy  grace, 

The  barren    wastes  shall  rise, 
With  sudden  greens  and  fruits  arrayed, 
A  blooming  Paradise. 

3  True  holiness  shall  strike  its  root 

In  each  regenerate  heart, 
Shall  in  a  growth  divine  arise, 
And  heavenly  fruits  impart. 


CHRISTIAN    NON-RESISTANCE,    PEACE. 

4  Peace,  with  her  olives  crowned,  shall  stretch 

Her  wings  from  shore  to  shore  ; 
No  trump  shall  rouse  the  rage  of  war, 
Nor  murderous  cannon  roar. 

5  Lord,  for  those  days  we  wait ; — those  days 

Are  in  thy  word  foretold  ; 
Fly  swifter,  sun  and  stars,  and  bring 
The  promised  age  of  gold. 


229.  C.  M.  Mrs.  Cobburn. 

1  The  Angels  sung  o'er  Judah's  plain, 

Of  peace  that  earth  should  see  ; 
And  we'll  repeat  the  joyful  strain, 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 

2  The  Gospel  brings  good  news  of  peace, 

Of  love  and  harmony  ; 
When  war,  and  crime,  and  hate  shall  cease, 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 

3  Then  warring  clans  now  filled  with  hate, 

Like  brethren  shall  agree  ; 
And  earth  enjoy  an  Eden  State, 
This  is  the  Jubilee. 

4  Join,  Christians,  then,  of  every  clime, 

From  sect  and  party  free, 
To  hasten  on  the  glorious  time, 
The  coming  Jubilee. 


230. 


L.  M.  Mrs.  Price. 


]    '  Glory  to  God,  and  peice  to  men,' 
Once  rung  o'er  wide  Judea's  plain  ; 
Angelic  hosts  sung  gladly  when 
The  Prince  of  Peace  was  born  to  reign. 


CHRISTIAN    NON-RESISTANCE,    PEACE. 

2  How  sweet  that  heavenly  chorus  rose, 
O'er  hatred's  harsh,  discordant  sound  ; 
How  pure  its  peaceful  anthem  flows, 
To  charm  the  earth's  remotest  bound. 

3  The  morning  stars  together  sung, 
The  hills  rejoiced,  the  valleys  smiled  ; 
The  bow  of  hope  in  heaven  was  hung, 
Arched  o'er  the  manger  of  the  child. 

4  And  ever  peals  that  heavenly  song, 
1  Glory  to  God  and  peace  to  men,' 
As  rolling  years  the  strains  prolong, 
And  Eden's  bliss  bringr  back  again. 


231. 


P.  M. 


1  Years  are  coming — speed  them  onward  \ 

When  the  sword  shall  gather  rust, 
And  the  helmet,  lance,  and  falchion, 
Sleep  in  silent  dust! 

2  Earth  has  heard  too  long  of  battle, 

Heard  the  trumpet's  voice  too  long  : 
But  another  age  advances, 
Seers  foretold  in  song. 

3  Years  are  coming  when,  forever, 

War's  dread  banner  shall  be  furled, 
And  the  angel  Peace  be  welcomed, 
Regent  of  the  world  ! 

4  Hail  with  song  that  glorious  era, 

When  the  sword  shall  gather  rust, 
And  the  helmet,  lance,  and  falchion, 
Sleep  in  silent  dust ! 


CHRISTIAN    NON-RESISTANCE,    PEACE. 

232.  L.  M.  81.  Montgomery 

1  I  hate  that  drum's  discordant  sound, 
Parading  round,  and  round,  and  rbund; 
To  thoughtless  youth  it  pleasure  yields, 
And  lures  from  cities  and  from  fields, 
To  sell  their  liberty  for  charms 

Of  tawdry  lace  and  glittering  arms  r 

And  when  ambition's  voice  commands, 

To  march,  and  fight,  and  fall,  in  foreign  lands. 

2  I  hate  that  drum's  discord-ant  sound, 
Parading  round,  and  round,  and  round, 
To  me  it  talks  of  ravaged  plains, 

And  burning  towns,  and   ruined  swains, 
And  mangled  limbs  and  dying  groans, 
And  widows'  tears  and  orphans3  moans, 
And  all  that  misery's  hand  bestows, 
To  fill  the  catalogue  of  human  woes. 


233.  llsM.  Mrs.  Price. 

1  Poor   victims    of   war    that    by    millions    have 

perished,  [the  world  ; 

Your   crimes  have  brought  mildew  and  blight  on 
But  still  the  fell  monster  is  tenderly  cherished, 
And  his;  thrice  pointed  arrows  are  constantly  hurl'd. 

2  O  Savior,  who  gave  thy  own  life  as  a  token, 
Of  the  value  of  love,    and  forgiveness  and  peace  ; 
Shall  thy  precepts  forever  and  ever  be  broken, 
And  war  from  this  faded  earth  never  more  cease! 

3  Ah  no  !  thou   wilt   reign,    and  these  billows  of 

sorrow, 
That  roll  o'er  the  world  will  recede  at  thy  sway  ; 
There  is  for  lost  man  a  more  glorious  to-morrow, 
To  dawn  on  the  earth  with  millennial  ray. 


CHRISTIAN    NON-RESISTANCE,    PEACE. 


234. 


P.  M.       Bernard  Barton. 


1  Whence  come  your  wars,  frail  worms  of  dust? 

What'are  your  fightings  for? 
Envy  and  hatred,  greed  and  lust, 

Which  in  your   members  war  ; 
Dwells  such  a  dark  unhallowed  host, 
In  temples  of  the    Holy  Ghost  ? 

2  When   angels  first  to  shepherds'  ears, 

Announced  the  Saviou's  birth, 
What  watchword  did  the  heavenly  spheres 

Pour  down  on  listening  earth  ? 
1  Glory  to  God,  who  dwells  on  high  ; 
Toward  men  sood   will  and  unity  !' 


235. 


L.  M.        Mrs.  Sigourxey 

1  Peace  was  the  song  the  angels  sang, 
When  Jesus  sought  thi^  vale  of  tears  ; 
And  sweet  the  heavenly  prelude  rang, 
To  calm  the  watchful  shepherds'  fears. 

2  War  is  the  word  that  man  hath  spoke — 
Convulsed  by  passions  dark  and  dread  ; 
And  Pride  enforced  a  lawless  yoke, 
E'en  where  the  gospel   banner  spread. 

o  Peace  was  the  prayer  the  Savior  breathed. 
When  from  our  world  his  steps  withdrew; 
The  gift  he  to  his  friends  bequeathed 
With  Calvary's  dreadful  cross  in  view. 

4  Redeemer,  with  adoring  love, 
Our  spirits  take  thy  rich   bequest, 
The  watchword  of  the  host  above, 
The  passport  to  their  realms  of  rest. 


CHRISTIAN    NON-RESISTANCE,    PEACE. 


236. 


L.  M. 


1  Let  warriors  tremble,  when  they  dare 

To  take  thine  awful  name  in  vain, 
And  say  that  thou,  great  God  !  wast  there, 
To  nerve  their  arms  against  the  slain  ! 

2  That  from  thy  throne  thou  lookedst  down 

With  joy  upon  the  murderers'  blade  ; 
And  cheered  them  on  to  seek  renown, 

By  slaughtering  men  whom  thou  hast  made  j 


237. 


C.  M.  E.  Davis 

A  Naval  Battle. 


1  Lo  !  shameless  on  each  vessel's  deck, 

A  priest  kneels  down  to  pray 
That  God  will  wing  their  bolls  with  death, 
And  speed  them  on  their  way. 

2  And  now  war's  vivid  lightnings  flash, 

His  deep,  hoarse  thunders  roll, 
While  curses  loud  are  vollied  forth, 
And  hate  knows  no  control. 

3  And  mortal  cries  of  agony — 

The  stifled  dying  prayer, 
And  bitter  tears,  and  groans,  and  blood, 
Are  all  commingled  there. 


CHRISTIAN    NON-RESISTANCE,    PEACE. 


238. 


C.  M.  Mrs.  Price. 


A  night  after  battle. 


1  Night  spread  her  starless  robe  around, 

The  sun  withdrew  his  light  ; 
Gloom  brooded  o'er  the  battle  ground, 
And  darkness  veiled  the  sight. 

2  Oh !  there  was  woe,  and  pain,  and  death, 

And  horror   and  despair, 
As  mortal  groan  and  dying  breath 
Upraised  the  hopeless  prayer. 

3  Do  human  souls  from  such  a  glare 

Of  passion  rise  to  God  ? 
Did  Christ's  pure  spirit  lead  them  there  ? 
Was  that  the  vale  he  trod  ? 

4  O  Savior !  send  thy  peaceful  light, 

To  show  thy  holier  way  ; 
Dispel  the  shades  of  error's  night, 
And  bring  the  perfect  day. 


239. 


S.  M.        Mrs.  Sigourney. 


1  Check  at  their  fountain  head, 

O  God,  the  streams  of  strife  ! 
Nor  let  misguided  man  rejoice 
To  take  his  brother's  life. 

2  Strike  off  the  pomp  and  pride 

That  deck  the  deeds  of  war, 
And  in  their  gorgeous  mantle  hide 
The  blood-stained  conqueror. 
11 


CHRISTIAN     N0N-RES1STANCK,    PEACE. 

3  To  history's  blazoned  page 

Touch  the  pure  wand  of  truth, 
And  bid  its  heroes  stand  unveiled 
Before  the  eye  of  youth. 

4  Press  by  each  quiet  hearth, 

The  gospel's  peaceful  claims, 
Nor  let  a  Christian  nation  bless 
What  its  meek  master  blames. 

5  So  shall  the  seeds  of  hate 

Be  strangled  in  their  birth, 
And  Peace,  the  angel  of  thy  love, 
Rule  o'er  th'    enfranchised  earth. 


P.  M.  Mrs.  Price 


240. 

1  How  glad  was  the  anthem  the  bright  angels  sung, 

'  Peace  and  good  will  unto  men;' 
O'er  the  hills  of  Juden  how  sweetly  it  rung — 

'  Peace  and  good  will  unto  men.' 
Glad  tidings  of  joy,  for  the  Savior  is  born, 
To  the  darkness  of  earth  comes  a  glorious  morn  ! 
List  to  that  voice, 
Nations  rejoice! 
Jesus  the  Savior  is  born. 

2  He  will  reign  till  oppression  has  vanished  away, 

The  din  of  the  battle  shall  cease, 
Till  man  to  his  brother  no  longer  a  prey, 

Shall  rest  in  an  Eden  of  peace.  [north, 

From  the  east  to  the  west,  from   the  south  to  the 
The  light  of  his  presence  goes  savingly  forth, 
Hatred  and  wrath 
Flee  from  his  path  : 
Jesus  has  come  to  redeem. 


CHRISTIAN    NON-RESISTANCE,    PEACE. 

3  O  soon  let  the  banner  of  peace  be  unfurled, 

To  wave  on  every  breeze  ; 
O  soon  let  the  war-god  away  from  the  world, 

Trainings  for  battle  cease  ; 
Let  the  gentle  white  dove  bend  her  beautiful  wing, 
To  the  arbors  of  earth  the  bright  olive  to  bring ; 
Hail  to  the  time, 
Through  every  clime — 
Love  like  a  river  shall  flow ! 

4  O  how  sweetly  the  halo  will  circle  each  Isle 

That  sleeps  on  the  ocean-wave  ; 
The  rock-girdled  coast  then  will  pleasantly  smile; 

The  waters  of  Peace  will  lave  : 
The  whole  earth  will  blossom  a  garden  of  love, 
And  blessings  unnumbered  will  come  from  above: 
Pleasures  will  spring  ! 
Angels  will  sing, 
Joy  to  a  world  redeemed  ! 


241. 


6s  M.  Mrs.  Colburn. 


Peace  !  peace  thou  raging  sea  ! 

Be  still,  the  Savior  said; 
And  quick  the  stormy  wave 

In  quietness  was  laid  : 
Speak,  speak  that  word  again  ! 

Peace  to  this  world  of  strife — 
Where  moral  tempests  reign, 

And  angry  deeds  are  rife. 

Here  Hate,  and  Fraud,  and  Wrong, 
Have  triumphed  over  Right, 

And  caused  mankind  a  long, 
And  sad,  and  gloomy  night : 

And  yet  that  spirit  lives, 
Its  direful  works  we  feel  ; 
11* 


CHRISTIAN    NON-RESISTANCE,    PEACE. 

Man  to  his  brother  gives 

The  murderous  greeting  still. 

Say,  shall  the  sword  devour  ? 

Shall  human  blood  be  spilled? 
Shall  vice  be  clothed  with  power, 

And  earth  with  weeping  filled  ? 
That  powerful  word  which  spoke 

Peace  to  the  troubled  sea, 
Will  yet  bring  earth  a  rest — 

A  peaceful  Jubilee  ! 


— ~»e©e«* 


XIV.    NEW  SOCIAL  STATE. 


242. 


L.  M.  A.  Balloi 


1  Not  individual  souls  alone 
Require  the  new  and  heavenly  birth, 
Society,  in  sin  up-grown, 

Needs  Christianizing  o'er  the  earth. 

2  True  righteousness  must  be  the  same. 
For  man  combined  or  isolate; 

The  happiness  of  all  its  aim, 
In  family,  or  teeming  State. 

3  The  principles  by  Jesus  taught 
Must  be  impartially  applied, 
And  social  institutions  brought, 
With  laws  divine  to  coincide. 


NEW     SOCIAL     STATE. 

Tis  ours  to  speed  this  glorious  change, 
This  renovation  to  prepare, 
Its  introduction  to  arrange, 
And  in  its  future  triumphs  share. 

Thus  heaven  and  earth  shall  be  renewed. 
By  God's  regenerating  word, 
Our  wayward  race  to  Christ  subdued, 
And  Eden's  harmony  restored. 


243 


C.  M.  Eliza  Cook. 

1  While  thousands  move  with  aching  head 

And  sing  the  ceaseless  song, 
'  We  starve,  we  die,  oh  give  us  bread  !' 
There  must  be  something  wrong. 

2  When  toiling  millions  work  to  fill 

The  wealthy  coffers  strong; 
And  hands  are  crushed  that  work  and  till, 
There  must  be  something  wrong. 

3  When  from  a  thousand,  one  alone 

in  plenty  rolls  along — 
The  others  left  in  want  to  moan, 
There  must  be  something  wrong. 

4  Until  this  system  be  undone, 

The  burden  of  our  song 
Shall  be  this  one,  this  only  one — 
There  must  be  something  wrong. 


244.  P.  M.  Macka 

J    What  might  be  done,  if  men  were  wise — 
What  glorious  deeds,  my  suffering  brother, 
Would  they  unite, 
In  love  and  right, 
And  cease  their  scorn  of  one  another? 


NEW    SOCIAL     STATE. 

2  Oppression's  heart  might  be  imbued 

With  kindling  drops  of  loving-kindness, 

And  knowledge  pour, 

From  shore  to  shore, 
Light  on  the  eyes  of  mental  blindness. 

3  All  Slavery,  Warfare,  Lies  and  Wrong, 

All  Vice  and  Crime  might  die  together ; 

And  fruit  and  corn, 

To  each  man  born, 
Be  free  and  warm  as  summer  weather. 

4  The  meanest  wretch  that  ever  trod, 

The  deepest  sunk  in  guilt  and  sorrow, 

Might  stand  erect, 

In  self-respect, 
And  share  the  teeming  world  to-morrow. 

5  What  might  be  done?     This  might  be  done, 

And  more  than  this,  my  suffering  brother — 

More  than  the  tongue 

E'er  said  or  sung, 
If  men  were  wise,  and  loved  each  other. 


245. 


L.  M.  81. 


Frateriiity. 

,Wfiat  though  the  crowds  who  shout  the  word 

Pervert  the  meaning  it  should  bear, 
And  feel  their  hearts  with  hatred  stirred, 

E'en  while  their  plaudits  load  the  air  ; 
Yet  will  not  we,  thou  mighty  Thought, 

Despair  thy  triumph  yet  to  see, 
Nor  doubt  the  good  that  shall  be  wrought 

In  thy  great  name,  Fraternity. 


NEW  SOCIAL  STATE. 


2  The  preacher  may  belie  his  creed, 

But  still  the  truth  preserves  its  flame  ; 
The  sage  may  do  a  foolish  deed, 

Yet  wisdom  shares  not  in  his  shame: 
Be  scorning  hushed,  be  cavil  dumb, 

Whatever  evils  men  may  see  ; 
We'll  look  for  blessings  yet  to  come, 

In  thy  great  name,  Fraternity. 


246. 


S.    M.  WTATTS. 


1  How  pleasing,  Lord,  to  see, 

How  pure  is  the  delight, 
When  mutual  love  and  love  to  thee, 
Community  unite. 

2  From  these  celestial  springs 

Such  streams  of  comfort  flow, 
As  no  increase  of  riches  brings, 
Nor  honor  can  bestow. 

3  All  in  their  stations  move, 

And  each  performs  his  part 
In  all  the  cares  of  life  and  love, 
With  sympathizing  heart. 

4  Formed  for  the  purest  joys, 

By  one  desire  possessed, 
One  aim  the  zeal  of  all  employs 
To  make  each  other  bless'd. 

5  No  bliss  can  equal  theirs, 

Where  such  affections  meet  ; 
While  mingled  praise  and  mingled  pray'rs 
Make  their  communion  sweet 


NEW    SOCIAL     STATE. 


247, 


S.  M.  Watts. 


3    Let  selfishness  no  more 

The  Christian  world  o'erspread  ; 
Gentile  and  Jew,  and  bond  and  free, 
Are  one  in  Christ  their  head. 

2  Among  the  saints  on  earth, 

Let  mutual  love  be  found  ; 
Heirs  of  the  same  inheritance, 
With  mutual  blessings  crowned. 

3  Let  discord — child  of  hell — 

Be  banished  far  away  ; 
Those  should  in  strictest  friendship  dwell, 
Wrho  the  same  Lord  obey. 

4  Thus  will  the  Church  below 

Resemble  that  above, 
Where  streams  of  pleasure  ever  flow, 
And  ev'ry  heart  is  love. 


248. 


S.  P.    M.  Watts, 


1  How  pleasant  'tis  to  see 
Associate  friends  agree  ; 

Each  in  their  proper  station  move, 

And  each  fulfil  his  part, 

With  sympathizing  heart, 
In  all  the  cares  of  life  and  love  ! 

2  'Tib  like  the  ointment  shed 
On  Aaron's  sacred  head, 

Divinely  rich,  divinely  sweet; 
The  oil  thro'  all  the  room 
Diffused  a  choice  perfume, 

Ran  thro'  his  robes  and  blest  his  feet. 


NEW     SOCIAL     STATE. 

3  Like  fruitful  showers  of  rain, 

That  water  all  the  plain, 
Descending  from  the  neighb'ring  hills, 

Such  streams  of  pleasure  roll 

Thro'  every  friendly  soul, 
Where  love  like  heavenly  dew  distils. 


249. 


o 


7s.  M. 

Join  us,  in  one  spirit  join, 
Let  us  still  receive  of  thine  : 
Still  for  more  on  thee  we  call 
Thou  who  fillestall  in  all  ! 

Move  and  actuate  and  guide  ; 
Divers  gifts  to  each  divide; 
Placed  according  to  thy  will, 
Let  us  all  our  work  fulfil. 


•]  Sweetly  may  we  all  agree, 
Touched  with  softest  sympathy  ; 
Kindly  for  each  other  care; 
Every  member  feel  his  share. 

4  False  distinctions  rendered  void, 
All  by  Christian  love  destroyed  ! 
Names,  and  sects,  and  parties  fall 
God,  the  Father's  all  in  all ! 


250. 


7s.  M. 


Lord,  subdue  our  selfish  will  ; 
Each  to  each  our  tempers  suit, 
By  thy  modulating  skill, 
Heart  to  heart,  as  lute  to  lute. 


NEW    SOCIAL      STATE. 


'2  Sweetly  on  our  spirits  move, 

Gently  touch  the  trembling  strings  ; 
Make  the  harmony  of  love, 
Music  for  the  King  of  kings  ! 


251.  S.  M.  Mrs.  Colburn. 

1  Shall  tyranny  and  wealth 

The  weak  and  poor  oppress, 
And  treat  with  proud  contempt  and  scorn 
A  brother  in  distress? 

2  Shall  idle  pomp  and  pride 

Be  pampered  to  their  fill, 
While  honest  industry  and  worth 
Go  naked,  hungry,  still  ? 

3  Ah,  no!  a  rest  will  come, 

Though  long  it  seem  deferred  ; 
The  song  of  peace,  the  angels  sung, 
Shall  yet  through  earth  be  heard. 

4  Then  kindness,  truth  and  love, 

Will  everywhere  abound  ; 
The  olive-branch  of  peace  will  twine 
A  happy  world  around. 

5  Then  man,  transformed  in  mind, 

His  God-like  powers  shall  prove, 
And  make  this  new-created  earth 
A  paradise  of  love. 


252. 


NEW  SOCIAL  STATE. 


P.  M. 


1  Ye  speak  of  independence, — 

There  is  no  such  thing  on  earth, - 
We  depend  upon  each  other, 

Still  for  all  that  life  is  worth  ! 
To  every  mind  that  ponders, 

To  every  heart  that  feels, 
There's  not  a  day  but  something 

This  hidden  truth  reveals. 

2  Thus — thus,  throughout  creation, 

The  links  of  life  had  birth  ; 
Ye  speak  of  independence — 

There  is  no  such  thing  on  earth  ! 
We  depend  on  one  another 

For  each  comfort  we  enjoy; 
There  is  nought  the  heart  can  foster 

That  the  heart  may  not  destroy ! 

3  We  depend  for  our  existence 

On  His  hand  who  gave  us  breath  ; 
We  depend  upon  affection 

E'en  to  soothe  the  hour  of  death! 
Thus — thus,  throughout  creation, 

The  links  of  life  had  birth; 
Ye  speak  of  independence — 

There  is  no  such  thins  on  earth. 


253. 


C.  M.      Miss  Martin eau. 


1   All  men  are  equal  in   their  birth, 
Heirs  of  the  earth  and  skies  ; 
All  men  are  equal  when  that  earth 
Fades  from  their  dying  eyes. 


NEW     SOCIAL     STATE. 

2  'Tis  man  alone  who  difference  sees, 

And  speaks  of  high  and  low  ; 
And  worships  those  and  tramples  these, 
While  the  same  path  they  go. 

3  O,  let  us  hasten  to  restore 

To  all  their  right  of  love  ; 
In  power  and  wealth  exult  no  more  ; 
In  wisdom  lowly  move. 

4  Ye  great,  renounce  your  earth-born  pride 

Ye  low,  your  shame  and  fear  ; 
Live  as  ye  worship — side  by  side — 
Your  common  claims  revere. 


254.  P.  M.  Mrs.  Colburn. 

1  Onward,  though  the  world's  impeding, 
Onward,  every  foe  unheeding, 

Jesus  now  the  cause  is  leading, 

He  will  be  our  guide  : 
In  His  strength  we'll  conquer, 
In  His  strength  we'll  conquer, 
In  His  strength  we'll  conquer, 

For  His  Truth  is  on  our  side. 

2  Not  with  earth's  proud  armor  shielding, 
Not  her  carnal  weapons  wielding, 
These  to  mightier  ones  are  yielding, 

Furnished  from  above  : 
And  we'll  surely  conquer, 

For  our  sword  is  truth  and  love. 

3  See  the  man  of  noble  daring, 
Earth's  proud  laurels  richly  wearing, 
Leaving  all  and  meekly  sharing 

In  this  work  of  Peace  : 


NEW    SOCIAL    STATE. 

Love  will  surely  conquer, 

And  hate  and  war  shall  cease. 

See  the  world  like  ocean  surging, 
Lashed  to  fury  onward  urging, 
Till  the  light  of  truth  emerging, 

Shows  the  better  way: 
Truth  will  surely  conquer, 

Truth  and  Love  will  win  the  day. 

Yes,  this  earth,  though  stained  and  gory, 
Filled  with  scenes  of  woe  her  story, 
Shall  arise  to  former  glory, 

And  the  light  shall  see: 
Light  will  surely  conquer, 

Earth  will  have  a  Jubilee. 


255. 


P.  M.  Mackay. 


1    May  every  year  but  draw  more  near 
The  time  when  strife  shall  cease, 
And  truth  and  love  all  hearts  shall  move, 

To  live  in  joy  and  peace. 
Now  sorrow  reigns,  and  earth  complains, 
For  folly  still  her  power  maintains; 

But  the  day  shall  yet  appear,  [shall  be, 

When  the  right  with  the  might  and  the  truth 
And  come  what  there  may, 
To  stand  in  the  way, 
That  day  the  world  shall  see. 

5  Let  good  men  ne'er  of  truth  despair, 

Though  humble  efforts  fail  ; 

O,  give  not  o'er,  until  once  more 

The  righteous  cause  prevail ! 


NEW    SOCIAL     STATE. 

In  vain  and  long,  enduring  wrong, 
The  weak  may  strive  against  the  strong; 

But  the  day  will  yet  appear, 
When  the  might  with  the  right,  &x. 

3  Though  interest  pleads  that  noble  deeds 

The  world  will  not  regard, 
To  noble  minds,  that  duty  binds, 

No  sacrifice  is  hard  : 
The  brave  and  true  may  seem  but  few, 
But  hope  has  better  things  in  view  ; 

And  the  day  will  yet  appear, 
When  the  might  with  the  right,  &c. 


256.  P-    M-  DUCANNE. 

For  a  Comviunily  Festival. 

1  Holy  and  bright,  in  truth  and  light, 

Shines  the  future  on  our  vision, 
When  man  shall  love  like  the  saints  above, 

And  his  joys  shall  be  elysian  : 
We'll  sing  to-night  the  day-spring  bright, 

When  love  shall  warm  creation, 
And  draw  from  the  soul,  with  her  sweet  control, 

The  dew  of  the  heart's  oration. 

2  Too  long  hath  Might  oppressed  with  blight, 

The  hopes  that  virtue  cherished  ; 
Too  long  hath  dearth  o'erspread  our  earth, 

Till  famished  Love  has  perished: 
Yet  sing  to-night,   &,c. 

3  For  why  affright  with  dreams  of  might, 

The  morning's  golden  slumbers, 
Or  sadly  wear  the  chain  of  care, 
That  now  one  thought  encumbers? 


NEW    SOCIAL     STATE. 


Let's  sing  to-night  the  Future  bright, 
When  Love  shall  warm  creation, 

And  draw  from  the  soul,  with  her  sweet  control 
The  dew  of  the  heart's  oration. 


257. 


Gs.  &,  4s.  E.  Davis. 


1  Not  with  the  flashing  steel, 
Not  with  the  cannon's  peal, 

Or  stir  of  drum  ; 
But  in  the  bonds  of  love 
Our  white  flag  floats  above, 
Her  emblem  is  the  dove, 

'Tis  thus  we  come. 

2  The  laws  of  Christian  light, 
These  are  our  weapons  bright, 

Our  mighty  shield  ; 
Christ  is  our  leader  high, 
And  the  broad  plains  which  lie 
Beneath  the   bl.essed  sky, 

Our   battle-field. 

3  On,  then,  in  God's  great  name, 
Let  each  pure  spirit's  flame 

Burn  bright  and  clear  ; 
Stand  firmly  in  your  lot, 
Cry  ye  aloud,  doubt  not, 
Be  every  fear  forgot, 

Christ  leads  us  here. 

4  So  shall  earth's  distant  lands, 
In  happy,  holy  bands, 

One  brotherhood, 
Together  rise  and  sing, 
Gifts  to   one  altar  bring, 
And  Heaven's  Eternal  King, 

Pronounce  it  Good. 


258. 


NEW    SOCIAL     STATE. 


P.     M. 


1  Hush  the  loud  cannon's  roar, 

The  frantic  warrior's  call  ! 
Why  should  the  earth  be  drenched  with  orore? 
Are  we  not  brothers  all  ? 

2  Want,  from  the  wretch  depart ! 

Chains,  from  the  captive  fall  ; 
Sweet  mercy,  melt  the  oppressor's  heart, — 
Sufferers  are  brothers  all. 

3  Churches  and  sects,  strike  down 

Each  mean  partition-wall  ! 
Let  charity  unkindness  drown, — 
Christians  are  brothers  all. 

4  Let  love  and  truth  alone 

Hold  human  hearts  in  thrall, 
That  heaven  its  work  at  length  may  own, 
And  men  be  brothers  all. 


259.  S.  M.  O.  Johnson. 

1  In  strong  fraternal  ties, 

Lord,  bind  our  hearts  as  one, 
And  through  the  path  where  duty  lies, 
O,  gently  lead  us  on. 

2  From  self,  oh  set  us  free, 

And  each  impure  desire, 
And  may  we  never  stray  from  Thee, 
Nor  in  thy  service  tire. 


NEW    SOCIAL      STATE. 

3  O  let  no  party  wall 

Our  loving  souls  divide, 
But  each,  obedient  to  thy  call, 
Within  thy  fold  abide. 

4  And  through  life's  darkest  night, 

When  clouds  our  path  surround,* 
May  love's  pure  fire  and  friendship's  light 
In  every  heart  abound. 


260. 


S.  M.  GlI.FlLLAN. 


1  No  field  of  vict'ry  won 

With  blade  and  battle  brand  ; 
A  nobler  triumph  shall  be  ours — 
A  bright  and  happy  land. 

2  Too  long  the  man  of  blood 

Hath  ruled  without  control ; 
Nor  widow's  tear,  nor  orphan's  sighs, 
Could  touch  his  iron  soul  ! 

3  Come,  man,  to  brother  man, 

Come  in  the  bond  of  peace  ; 
Let  strife  and  war,  with  all  their  train 
Of  dark'ning  horrors  cease. 

4  Let  fruit-trees  crown  our  fields, 

And  flowers  our  valleys  fair; 
And  on  our  mountain  steep,  the  songs 
Of  happy  swains  be  there ! 
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NEW    SOCIAL     STATE. 


261 


C.  M.  O.  Johnson. 


1  O  may  the  day,  the  blissful  day, 

By  prophets  long  foretold, 
When  love  divine  all  hearts  shall  sway, 
Our  waiting  eyes  behold. 

2  Then  social  wrongs  shall  be  redressed, 

The  weak  their  rights  receive, 
And  men,  by  men  no  more  oppressed, 
One  brotherhood  shall  live.    - 

3  Then  towers  of  fraud  and  force  shall  fall, 

And  every  virtue  thrive  ; 
While  all  for  each,  and  each  for  all, 
In  cheerful  hope  shall  strive. 

4  Then  Peace  in  all  our  homes  shall  dwell, 

And  Joy  shall  be  our  guest, 
And  pleasures  more  than  tongue  can  tell, 
Shall  thrill  each  loving  breast. 


262.  10s.     M.  Mrs.  Price. 

1  O,  thou  blest  Comforter !  pure  Spirit,  hear  ! 
Bend  we  thy  shrine  before,  trembling  with  fear; 
Hate,  like  a  shadow  dark,  veils  all  below; 
Love  floats  her  shining  bark  o'er  waves  of  woe. 

2  Spirit  of  Holy  power !  give  us  thy  light  ! 

Aid  thro'  the  trial-hour, — guide  thro'  the  night  ; 
Gird  us  with  strength  and  will,  mighty  to  save, 
Striving  with  error  still,  valiant  and  brave. 

3  Keenly  oppression's   pain  pierceth  the  weak  ; 
Help  us  the  galling  chain  quickly  to  break  ; 
Earth's  bitter  founts  of  woe  soon  may  we  close, 
Making  this  world  below  bloom  as  the  rose. 


NEW    SOCIAL     STATE. 


4  Give  thou  thy  Spirit  free,  Savior  and  Lord  ! 
Peace,  love  andjiberty  follow  thy  word; 
While,  as  a  brother-band,  onward  we  move, 
Joy  shall  fill  all  the  land  gilded  with  love  ! 


263. 


H.  M.     Wm.  S.  Haywood. 


1  How  long,  O  Lord,  how  long 

Shall  sin^end  falsehood  reign? 
And  social  crime  and  wrong, 

The  page  of  history  stain  ? 
When  shall  the  nations  of  the  earth 
Receive  the  new,  the  heavenly  birth  ? 

2  O,  may  our  race  forsake 

Their  selfishness  and  pride  ; 
The  lowly  Jesus  take, 

As  Master  and  as  Guide  ; 
Whose  words  of  wisdom,  truth  and  love, 
Glow  with  a  radiance  from  above. 

3  May  brutal  vengeance  cease, 

And  deeds  of  hate  and  blood  ; 
Mankind  repose  in  peace, 

One  joyous  brotherhood  : 
While  shouts  resound  from  shore  to  shore, 
'  The  reign  of  violence  is  o'er !' 

4  Hasten,  O  God,  the  day 

By  bards  and  prophets  told, 
When  Love  and  Ri^ht  their  sway 

O'er  all  the  world  shall  hold  ; 
And  earthly  realms,  with  one  accord, 
Become  the  kingdoms  of  out  Lord. 
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NEW  SOCIAL  STATE. 


264.  P.  M.  Mas.  Price. 

1  O,  list  to  His  words,  they  are  treasures  of  love, 

Men  are  all  brothers  indeed  ; 
Ail  children  alike  of  the  Father  above, 

Can  he  cause  a  poor  brother  to  bleed  ? 
O  no,  let  the  sword  to  the  plow-share  be  beat, 
And  the  wand'rers  of  earth  be  good  friends  when 
Bless  and  forgive,  [they  meet  : 

Thus  let  them  live, 
Loving  in  word  and  in  deed. 

2  Away  with  the  hater,  who  mockingly  dares 

To  call  himself  Christian  in  name, 
Who  justifies  war,  and  for  slaughter  prepares 

The  bullet,  the  sword  and  the  flame; 
He  must  bend  his  proud  neck  to  the  burden  of  love, 
Or  the  light  shining  brighter  his  vileness  will  prove; 
Evil  must  cease, 
All  will  be  peace, 
Goodness  must  triumph  o'er  hate. 

3  Away  with  the  legion  who  worship  the  band 

That  holds  them  in  darkness  and  thrall, 
Who  rear  their  proud  temples  all  over  the  land, 

Though  the  poor  and  the  needy  do  call ; 
They  are  altars  of  pride  where  the  incense  is  poured 
An  ofT'ring  to  Baal,  and  not  to  the  Lord  : 
Temples  must  fall, 
Churches  and  all, 
Built  upon  falsehood  and  wrong. 


XV.    FIDELITY,   ZEAL,  PROGRESS. 


265, 


L.  M.  A.  Ballou 


1  A  Christian!    Who  deserves  the  name? 
One  born,  baptized  and  counted  such, 
Whose  morals  e'en  the  Pagans  shame  1 
Not  he — howe'er  the  pearl  he  clutch. 

2  He  is  a  Christian — he  alone, 

Who  sees  in  Christ's  great  Master  Mind, 
That  Light  and  Love  made  known, 
Which  only  can  redeem  mankind. 

3  He  trusts  no  lesser  Light  and  Love, 
No  lower  code  of  moral  Right; 
But  holds  this  Wisdom  from  above, 
His  own  and  God's  supreme  delight. 

4  He  meekly  sits  at  Jesus'  feet, 
Disciple  of  a  matchless  Lord  ; 

The  Way,  the  Truth,  the  Life  complete, 
To  learn  from  Him.  the  Savins  WTord. 


266. 


P.  M. 


1    In  the  past,  the  age  of  iron, 

Those  who  slaughtered  most  their  kind; 
Have  too  often  won  the  chaplet 
Honor's  hand  has  twined. 


FIDELITY,    ZEAL,    PROGRESS. 

But  the  heroes  of  the  future 

Shall  be  men  whose  hearts  are  strong 
Men  whose  words  and  acts  shall  only 

War  against  the  wrong. 

But  the  sabre,  in  their  contests, 
Shall  no  part,  no  honor  own  ; 

War's  dread  art  shall  be  forgotten, 
Carnage  all  unknown. 


267.  c.  m. 

1  What  though  the  martyr  die  in  flame, 

The  patriot  in  his  blood  ; 
What  though  unspoken  be  his  name — 
Forgotten  all  his  good  ? 

2  That  flame  shall  fire  the  bigot's  creed, 

And  burn  it  to  the  dust ; 
That  blood  from  out  the  ground  shall  plead 
Forever  to  the  Just. 

3  What  though  the  dungeon  close  them  in, 

And  tyrants  hold  the  key  ! 
Through  walls  of  stone  shall  pierce  the  hymn 
For  truth  and  liberty. 

4  Then  let  the  body  broken  be, 

Still  let  the  blood  be  poured  ; 
'Tis  thus  they  gain  the  victory, 
And  triumph  with  the  Lord. 


268.  7i.  M-  O.  Johnson 

1   Dear  Redeemer  !   in  thy  name, 
Caring  nought  for  hate  or  shame, 
Meeting  boldly  every  storm, 
We  would  seek  the  world's  reform. 


FIDELITY,    ZEAL,      PROGRESS. 

2  Bravely  may  we  bear  the  cross, 
Meekly  suffer  earthly  loss, 
Patient  always  in  thy  sight, 
x\lay  we  struggle  for  the  Right. 

3  While  we  in  thy  strengh  go  forth, 
Sowing  wide  the  seeds  of  truth, 
May  the  Spirit's  sun  and  rain 
Quicken  all  the  falling  grain. 

4  Heart  to  heart,  and  hand  to  hand, 
One  in  purpose  may  we  stand  ; 
Thus,  in  holy  union  strong, 
May  we  vanquish  every  wrong. 


269. 


P.    M. 


1  Onward,  through  the  mists  of  error, 

Fearless  moving,  clear  the  way  ; 
Acting  right,  ye'll  know   no  terror, 
Though  the  storm  comes  near   and  nearer, 

Upward  !  Onward!   watch  and  pray  ! 

2  Action!  action  !  time  is  speeding! 

And  our  years  are  short  and  few  ; 
Work  ye  must,  the  foremost  leading, 
Rain  and  storm  but  little  heeding, 

Upward  !  Onward  !  firm  and  true  ! 

3  From  the  past  a  lesson  learning, 

Onward  move,  by  duty  led; 
With  a  truthful  eye  discerning 
Right  from  wroncr,  nor  backward  turning, 

Upward  !  Onward  !  straight  ahead  ! 


FIDELITY,     ZEAL,    PKOClRESS. 

4  Let  no  thought  of  gain  or  power 

Swerve  you  iron  the  path  of  right; 
Virtue  is  a  diamond  dower, 
Growing  brighter  every  hour, 

Upward  !  Onward  !  day  and  night  ! 


270. 


C.  M.  Doddridge. 


1  My  soul,  awake,  stretch  every  nerve, 

And  press  with  vigor  on  ; 
A  heavenly  race  demands  thy  zeal, 
And  an  immortal  crown. 

2  A  cloud  of  witnesses  around, 

Hold  thee  in  full  survey  ; 
Forget  the  steps  already  trod, 
And  onward  urge  thy  way. 

3  'Tis  God's  all-animating  voice, 

Which  calls  thee  from  on  high  ; 
'Tis  his  own  hand  presents  the  prize 
To  thine  aspiring  eye  : 

4  That  prize,  with  peerless  glories  bright, 

Which  shall  new  lustre  boast, 
When  victors'  wreaths,  and  monarchs'    gems 
Shall  blend  in  common  dust. 


271. 


C.  M. 


1    Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 
A  foll'wer  of  the  Lamb  ; 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause, 
Or  blush  to  speak  his  name  ? 


FIDELITY,    ZEAL,     PROGRESS. 

2  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ? 

Must  T  not  stem  the  flood  ? 
Is  this  vain  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  us  on  to  God  ? 

3  Shall  I  be  carried  to  the  skies 

On  flow'ry  beds  of  ease, 
While  others  fight  to  win  the  prize, 
And  sail  through  bloody  seas  ? 

4  I  too  must  fight,  if  I  would  reign  ; 

Increase  raj  courage,   Lord, 
To  bear  the  cross,   endure  the  shame. 
Supported  by  thy  word. 


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72.  p.  m. 

1  Fear  ye  not  the  face  of  clay, — 

Preach  the  truth  ; 
It  will  spring  another  day, 

If  you're  faithful, 
And  the  holy  word  obey. 

2  What  if  scorning  men  oppose? 

Preach  the  truth 
To  your  friends  and  to  your  foes  ; 

If  you're  faithful, 
These  will  yield  as  well  as  those. 

3  With  the  message  from  the  skies, 

Preach  the  truth 
To  the  foolish  and  the  wise  ; 

If  you're  faithful, 
Vice  will  sink,  and  virtue  rise. 

4  If  men  bear,  or  men  forbear, 

Speak  the  truth  ; 
Truth  is  never  lost  in  air  ; 

If  you're  faithful, 
You  a  crown  of  life  shall  wear. 


273. 


FIDELITY,     ZEAL,     PROGRESS. 


8s.  &  7s. 


1   Duty" points  with  outstretched  fingers, 
Every  soul  to  actions  high  ; 
Woe  betide  the  soul  that  lingers  — 
Onward  !  Onward  !  is  the  cry. 

'2  Though  man's  foes  may  seem  victorious, 
War  may  waste,  and  famine  blight, 
Still  from  out  the  conflict  glorious, 
Mind  conies  forth  with  added  light. 

3  O'er  the  darkest  night  of  sorrow, 

From  the  deadliest  field  of  strife, 
Dawns  a  clearer,  brighter  morrow, 
Springs  a  truer,  nobler  life. 

4  Onward,  onward,  onward  ever! 

Human  progress  none  may  stay, 
All  who  make  the  vain  endeavor, 
Shall  like  chaff  be  swept  away. 


274. 


lis.  M. 


J    Be  firm  and  be  faithful  ;  desert  not  the  right : 
The  brave  become  holder  the  darker  the  night  ! 
Then  up  and  be  doing,  though  cowards  may  fail  ; 
Thy  duty  pursuing,  dare  all,  and  prevail  ! 

*2  Tf  scorn  be  thy  portion,  if  hatred  and  loss, 
If  stripes  or  a  prison,  remember  the  cross  ! 
God  watches  above  thee,  and  he  will  requite  ; 
Desert  those  that  love  thee,  but  never  the  right  ! 


FIDELITY,    ZEAL,    PROGRESS. 


275. 


P.  M.  Miss  Carey 


1  Toiling  in  the  earthly  vineyard 

Many  bands  have  found  a  place! 
Some  are  nearing  to  the  summit — 
Some  are  at  the  mountain's  base. 

2  Progress  is  the  stirring  watchword 

Cheers  them  upward  to  the  height : 
Canst  thou  pause  and  play  the  laggard, 
With  its  glories  full  in  sight? 

to  o 

3  Who  shall  tell  what  bound  or  barrier 

To  improvement  Heaven  designed  ? 
Who  shall  dare  to  fix  the  limits, 
To  the  onward  march  of  mind? 

4  Only  He,  who  into  being 

Called  th'  unfathomed  human  soul, 
He  for  whom  the  hymn  of  Progress 
Through  eternity  shall  roll  ! 


P.  M.  J.  Clement, 

i 


276. 

1  O,  weary  not !  O,  weary  not 

In  labor  well  begun  ; 
The  day  is  short,  and  waning  fast  ; 
Thy  work  will  soon  be  done. 

2  O,  weary  not  !  O,  weary  not ! 

Until  the  sun  declines; 
There's  honor  gained  from  noble  toil, 
And  God  the  work  assigns. 

3  O,  weary  not  !  O,  weary  not  ! 

Though  hard  be  thine  employ  ; 
Each  sweat-drop  forms  within  the  heart 
A  fount  of  holy   joy. 


FIDELITY,    ZEAL,     PROGRESS. 

4  O,  weary  not  !    O,  weary  not  ! 
For  when  thy  task  is  o'er, 
A  home  is  thine  of  endless  bliss, 
Where  toil  is  known  no  more. 


277. 


8s.  &,   7s. 


1  Labor  fearless,  labor  faithful, 

Labor  while  the  day  shall  last; 
For  the  shadows  of  the  evening 

Soon  the  sky  shall  overcast; 
Ere  shall  end  thy  day  of  labor, 

Ere  shall  rest  thy  manhood's  sun, 
Strive  with  every  power  within  thee, 

That  the  appointed  task  be  done. 

2  Life  is  not  the  traceless  shadow, 

Nor  the  wave  upon  the  beach, 
Though  our  days  are  brief,  yet  lasting 

Is  the  stamp  we  give  to  each  : 
Life  is  real,  life  is  earnest, 

Full  of  labor,  full  of  thought  ; 
Every  hour  and  every  moment 

Is  with  living  vioor  fraught. 


278. 


P.   M.  Mrs.  Colbi-rn. 


1  Ye  Workingmen  of  power, 

Press  onward  to  the  fight; 
Say,  shall  your  spirits  cower, 

When  pleading  for  the  right? 
Be  firm  and  valiant- hear  ted, 

Like  warriors  true  and  brave 
An'l  strive  with  zeal  undaunted 

Humanity  to  save. 


FIDELITY,    ZEAL,     PROGRESS. 

Yet  nought  of  blood  arid  slaughter 

Shall  stain  the  battle  plain, 
Where  mother,  wife  and  daughter, 

Weep  over  many  slain  : 
No  !  stainless  is  our  banner! 

Let  peace  our  garland  twine  ; 
Our  deeds  with  fadeless  honor, 

In  future  days  shall  shine. 


279. 


8s.  &  7s.         J.  II.  Bryant. 


1  Waking  every  morn  to  duty, 

Ere  its  hours  shall  pass  away, 
Let  some  act  of  love  or  mercy 
Crown  the  labors  of  the  day. 

2  Lo!   a  better  day  is  coming, 

Brighter  prospects  ope  before  ; 
Spread  your  banner  to  the  breezes — 
Upward,  onward,  evermore  ! 

3  Upward,  onward,  is  our  watchword, 

Though  the  winds  blow  good  or  il 
Though  the  sky  be  fair  or  stormy, 
These  shall  be  our  watchwords  stil 

4  Upward,  onward,  in  the  battle 

Waged  for  freedom  and  the  right; 
Never  resting,  never  weary, 
Till  a  vict'ry  crowns  the  fight. 


XVI.    MOURNFUL    AND  CONSOLATORY. 


280, 


C.  M. 


1  Death  !   what  is  that  which  we  call  Death  ? 

To  quit  this  house  of  clay; 
To  put  aside  this  mortal  coil 
For  immortality. 

2  It  is  to  leave  this  darksome  world, 

Where  sin  and  sorrow  reign  ; 
To  sever  every  earthly  tie, 
And  join  the  heavenly  train. 

3  And  tho'  we  part  from  friends  most  dear — 

From  those  we  fondly  love, — 
We  part  but  for  a  little  time, 
In  hope  to  meet  above. 

4  United  with  that  happy  band, 

Which  now  in  heaven  may  be, 
We'll  praise  the  great  Creator's  name 
Throughout  eternity  ! 

5  Then  why  our  fears?  why  shrink  from  death 

As  though  't  were  dark  and  drear  ? 
'Tis  but  the  portal  we  must  pass 
To  reach  a  higher  sphere ! 


MOURNFUL    AND   CONSOLATORY 


281 


C.  AI.  Young. 


1  O  resignation,  heavenly  power  ! 

Our  warmest  thoughts  engage  ; 
Thou  art  the  safest  guide  of  youth, 
The  sole  support  of  age. 

2  Teach  us  the  hand  of  love  divine 

In  evils  to  discern  ; 
'Tis  the  first  lesson   that  we  need, 
The  latest  that  we  learn. 

3  Resign,  and  all  the  pain  of  life 

That  moment  we  remove  ; 
The  heavy  load  of  grief  and  care 
Devolves  on  One  above. 

4  He  bids  us  lay  our  burthen  down 

On  his  ai mighty  hand, 
Supports  our  feeble  frame,  and  makes 
Our  weary  feet  to  stand. 


282. 


S.     M.  DODDRTDGU. 


1  How   gracious  and   how  wise, 

Is  our  chastising  God  ! 
And  oh,  how  rich  the  blessings  are, 
That  blossom  frum  his  rod  ! 

2  He  lifts  it  up  on  high. 

With  pity  in  his  heart, 
That  every  stroke  his  children  feel, 
Alay  grace  and  peace  impart. 


MOURNFUL    AND     CONSOLATORY. 

3  Instructed  thus,  they  bow 

And  own  his  sovereign  sway  ; 
They  turn  their  erring  footsteps  back 
To  his  forsaken  way. 

4  Our  Father,  we  consent 

To  discipline  divine  ; 
And  bless  the  pains  that  make  our  souls 
Still  more  completely  thine. 


283, 


S.  M.  Watts. 


1  My  soul,  repeat  His  praise, 

Whose  mercies  are  so  great, 
Whose  anger  is  so  slow  to  rise, 
So  ready  to  abate. 

2  The  pity  of  the  Lord, 

To  those  who  fear  his  name, 

Is  such  as  tender  parents  feel  ; 

He  knows  our  feeble  frame. 

3  Our  days  are  as  the  grass, 

Or  like  the  morning  flower  ; 
If  one  sharp  blast  sweep  o'er  the  field, 
It  withers  in  an  hour. 

4  But  thy  compassions,  Lord, 

To  endless  years  endure  ; 
And  children's  children  ever  find 
Thy  words  of  promise  sure. 


284, 


C.  M.  R.T 


URN  BULL. 


1  There  is  a  place  of  waveless  rest, 
Far,  far  beyond  the  skies, 
Where  beauty  smiles  eternally, 
And  pleasure  never  dies: 


MOURNFUL    AND  CONSOLATORY. 

Our  father's  house,  our  heavenly  home ! 

Where  "  many  mansions"  stand, 
Prepared  by  hands  divine,  for  all 

Who  seek  the  "  better  land." 

'2  When  tossed  upon  the  waves  of  life, 

With  fear  on  every  side, 
When  fiercely  howls  the  gathering  storm, 

And  foams  the  angry  tide, — 
Beyond  the  storm,  beyond  the  gloom, 

Breaks  forth  the  light  of  mom, 
Bright  beaming  from  our  Father's  house, 

To  cheer  the  soul  forlorn. 

3  In  that  pure  home  of  tearless  joy, 

Earth's  parted  friends  shall  meet, 
WTith  smiles  of  love  that  never  fade, 

And  blessedness  complete  ; 
There,  there  adieus  are  sounds  unknown, 

Death  frowns  not  on  that  scene ; 
But  life,  and  glorious  beauty  shine, 

Untroubled  and  serene. 


285. 


C.  M.  Mrs.  Steele. 


1  Life  is  a  span,  a  fleeting  hour, 

How  soon  the  vapor  flies  ! 
Man  is  a  tender  transient  flower, 
That  in  the  blooming  dies. 

2  The  once  loved  form,  now  cold  and  dead, 

Each  mournful  thought  employs; 
And  nature  weeps  her  comforts  fled, 
And  withered  all  her  joys. 
13 


MOURNFUL    AND     CONSOLATORY'. 

3  But  hope  transcends  the  bounds  of  time. 

When  what  we  now  deplore 

Shall  rise  in  full  immortal  prime, 

And  bloom  to  fade  no  more. 

4  Then  cease,  fond  nature,  dry  thy  tears, 

Religion  points  on  high  ; 
There  everlasting  Spring  appears, 
And  joys  that  never  die. 


286. 


C.  M.  W 


1  Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends? 

Or  shake  at  death's  alarms? 
'Tis  but  the  voice  that  Jesus  sends 
To  call  them  to  his  arms. 

2  Are  we  not  tending  upwards  too, 

As  fast  as  time  can  move  ? 
Nor  would  we  wish  the  hours  more  slow, 
To  keep  us  from  his  love. 

3  Why  should  we  tremble  to  convey 

Their  bodies  to  the  tomb? 
There  the  dear  flesh  of  Jesus  lay, 
And  left  a  long  perfume. 

4  The  graves  of  all  his  saints  he  blessed, 

And  softened  ev'ry  bed  : 
Where  should  the  dying  members  rest, 
But  with  their  dying  head? 


287. 


lis.  M.         Episcopal  Col 


1  I  would  not  live  alway  :  I  ask  not  to  stay 
Where  storm  after  storm  rises  dark  o'er  the  way 
I  would  not  live  alway, — no,  welcome  the  tomb. 
Since  Jesus  hath  lain  there,  I  dread  not  its  gloom 


MOURNFUL    AND     CONSOLATORY. 

•2  Who,  who  would  live  alway,  away  from  his  God, 
Away  from  yon  heaven,  that  blissful  abode!  [plains, 
Where  the  rivers  of  pleasure  flow  o'er  the  bright 
And  the  noon-tide  of  glory  eternally  reigns: 

3  Where  the  saints  of  all  ages    in  harmony  meet, 
Their  Savior  and  brethren  transported  to  greet ; 
While  the  anthems  of  rapture  unceasingly  roll, 
And  the  smile  of  the  Lord    is  the  life  of  the  soul. 


288. 


C    M.  WTATT3, 


1   Naked  as  from  the  earth  we  came, 
And  crept  to  life  at  first, 
We  to  the  earth  return  again, 
And  mingle  with  our  dust. 

i  The  dear  delights  we  here  enjoy, 
And  fondly  call  our  own, 
Are  but  short  favors  borrowed  now, 
To  be  repaid  anon. 

3  'Tis  God  that  lifts  our  comforts  high 

Or  sinks  them  in  the  grave: 
He  crives,  and,  blessed  be  his  name  ! 
He  takes  but  what  he  gave. 

4  Peace,  all  our  angry  passions,  then  ; 

Let  each  rebellious  sigh 
Be  silent  at  his  sovereign  will, 
And  every  murmur  die. 

->  If  smiling  mercy  crown  our  lives, 
Its  praises  shall  be  spread  ; 
And  we'll  adore  the  justice,  too, 
That  strikes  our  comforts  dead. 
13* 


MOURNFUL    AND    CONSOLATORY. 

289.  L-  M.         W.  Boston  Col 

1   Why  weep  for  those,  frail  child  of  woe, 
Who've  fled  and  left  thee  mourning  here! 
Triumphant  o'er  their  latest  foe, 
They  glory  in  a  higher  sphere. 

'2  Weep  not  for  them  ;  beside  thee  now 
Perhaps  they  watch  with  guardian  care, 
And  witness  tears  that  idly  flow 
O'er  those  who  bliss  of  angels  share. 

3  Or  round  their  Father's  throne  above, 
With  raptured  voice,  his  praise  they  sing, 
Or  on  his  messages  of  Jove 

They  journey  with  unwearied  wing. 

4  Space  cannot  check,  thought  cannot  bound 
The  high  exulting  souls  whom  He, 

Who  formed  these  million  worlds  around, 
Takes  to  his  own  eternity. 


Us.  &  8s.      T.  K.  Hervey 


290. 

1    We  know  thou  hast  gone  to  the  home  of  thy  rest, 

Then  why  should  our  souls  be  so  sad  ; 
We  know  thou  hast  gone  where  the  weary  are  blest, 

And  the  mourner  looks  up  and  is  glad  ; 
Where  love  hath  put  off  in  the  land  of  its  birth. 

The  stain  it  had  gathered  in  this  ; 
And  Hope,    the  sweet    singer  that  gladdened  the 

Lies  asleep  in  the  bosom  of  bliss.  [earth, 

1  We  know  thou  hast  gone  where  thy  forehead  is 
With  the  beauty  that  dwelt  in  thy  soul — [starr'd 

Where  the  light  of  thy  loveliness  cannot  be  marr'd, 
Nor  thy  heart  be  turned  back  from  its  goal ; 


MOURNFUL    AND    CONSOLATORY. 

We  know  thou  hast  drank  of  the  water  that  flows 
Through  a  land  where  they  do  not  forget; 

Which  sheds  over  Memory  only  repose, 
And  takes  from  it  only  regret. 


291. 


8s.  &   6s.       W.  B.  Tappan. 


1  There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest, 

To  mourning  wand'rers  given, 
There  is  a  tear  for  souls  distrest, 
A  balm  for  every  wounded  breast; 

'Tis  found  above,  in  heaven. 

2  There  is  a  home  for  weeping  souls, 

,  By  sin  and  sorrow  driven, 
When  tossed  on  life's  tempestuous  shore, 
Where  storms  arise  and  oceans  roar  ; 
But  all  is  o'er  in  heaven. 

3  Now  faith  lifts  up  the  tearful  eye, 

The  heart  with  anguish  riven, 
And  views  the  tempest  passing  by, 
The  evening  shadows  quickly  fly, 

And  all  serene  in  heaven. 

4  There  fragrant  flowers  immortal  bloom, 

And  joys  supreme  are  given, 
There  rays  divine  disperse  the  gloom  ; 
Beyond  the  confines  of  the  tomb 

Appears  the  dawn  of  heaven. 


XVII.     CONFERENCE  MEETINGS. 


292. 


L.  M. 


1  Brethren,  belov'd  for  Jesus'  sake, 
A  hearty  welcome  here  receive ; 
May  we  together  now  partake 
The  joys  which  he  alone  can  give ! 

2  May  he,  by  whose  kind  care  we  meet, 
Send  his  good  spirit  from  above  ; 
Make  Our  communications  sweet, 

And  cause  our  hearts  to  burn  with  love  ! 

3  Forgotten  be  each  worldly  theme, 
When  thus  we  meet  to  pray  and  praise, 
We  only  wish  to  speak  of  him, 

And  tell  the  wonders  of  his  grace. 


293. 


8s  &,  6s. 


1  '  Where  two  or  three  together  meet, 
My  love  and  mercy  to  repeat, 

And  tell  what  I  have  done, 
There  will  I  be,'  saith  God,  '  to  bless, 
And  ev'ry  burden'd  soul  redress, 

Who  worships  at  my  throne.' 

2  Make  one  in  this  assembly,  Lord, 
Speak  to  each  heart  some  cheering  word. 

To  set  the  spirit  free  ; 
Impart  a  kind  celestial  show'r. 
And  grant  that  we  may  spend  an  hour 

In  fellowship  with  thee. 


294. 


CONFERENCE    MEETINGS. 


P.   M. 


1  The  Lord  into  his  garden  comes  , 
The  spices  yield  a  rich  perfume, 

The  lilies   grow  and  thrive  : 
Refreshing  streams  of  grace  divine, 
From  Jesus  flow  to  every  vine, 
Which  make  the  dead  revive. 

"2  O,  that  this  dry  and  barren  ground 
In  springs  of  water  might  abound, 

A  fruitful  soil  become! 
The  desert  blossom  as  the  rose, 
When  Jesus  conquers  all  his  foes, 

And  makes  his  people  one. 


295. 


8s.  &,  7s. 


Come,  thou  Fount  of  ev'ry  blessing, 

Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace  : 
Streams  of  mercy  never  ceasing, 

Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise  ; 
Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 

Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above; 
Praise  the  mount — I'm  fix'd  upon  it, 

Mount  of  thy  redeeming  love! 

O!  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor 

Daily  I'm  contrained  to  be  ! 
Let  thy  goodness,  like  a  fetter, 

Bind  my  wand'ring  heart  to  thee  ; 
Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it — 

Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love — 
Here's  my  heart,  O  take  and  seal  it; 

Seal  it  for  thy  courts  above. 


CONFERENCE    MEETINGS. 


296.  8s,  7s.  &  4s 

1   Gently,  Lord,  oh!  gently  lead  us. 
Through  this  lowly  vale  of  tears, 
And,  O  Lord,  in  mercy  give  us 
Thy  rich  grace  in  all  our  fears. 

O,  refresh  us — 
O,  refresh  us  with  thy  grace. 

'2  Though  ten  thousand  ills  beset  us, 
From  without  and  from  within, 
Jesus  says  he'll  ne'er  forget  us, 
But  will  save  from  every  sin  ; 

Therefore  praise  him — 
Praise  the  great  Redeemer's  name. 


297.  l.  m. 

1  At  anchor  laid  remote  from  home, 
Toiling  1  cry,  sweet  Spirit  come ! 
Celestial  breeze  no  longer  stay, 

But  swell  my  sails  and  speed  my  way  ! 

2  Fain  would  I  mount,  fain  would  I  go, 
And  loose  my  cable  from  below  : 
But  I  can  only  spread  my  sail, 

Thou,  thou  must  breathe  th'  auspicious  gale 


298.  8s.  &,  6s. 

1  O,  Love  divine,  how  sweet  thou  art ! 
When  shall  I  find  my  willing  heart 

All  taken  up  by  thee  ? 
I  trust,  I  faint,  I  die  to  prove 
The  greatness  of  redeeming  love — 
The  love  of  Christ  to  me. 


CONFERENCE    MEETINGS. 

God  only  knows  the  love  of  God  : 
O  that  it  now  were  shed  abroad 

In  this  poor  stony  heart ! 
For  love  I  sigh,  for  love  I  pine  ; 
This  only  portion,  Lord,  be  mine  ! 

Be  mine  this  better  part ! 


299, 


M. 


1  Fear  not,  brethren,  joyful  stand 
On  the  borders-of  your  land  ; 
Jesus  Christ  your  Father's  Son, 
Bids  you  undismayed  go  on. 

2  Lord,  obediently  we'll  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all   below  ; 
Only  thou  our  leader  be, 
And  we  still  will  follow  thee. 


300. 


lis.     M. 


1  'Mid  scenes   of  confusion,    and  creature   com- 

plaints, 
How  sweet  to  my  soul  is  communion  with  saints  ; 
To  find  at  the  banquet  of  mercy  there's  room, 
And  feel  in  the  presence  of  Jesus  at  home. 

2  Sweet  bonds  that  unite  all  the  children  of  peace! 
And  thrice  precious  Jesus, whose  love  cannot  cease! 
Tho'  oft  from  thy  presence  in  sadness  I  roam, 

I  long  to  behold    thee  in  glory  at  home. 

3  While  here  in  this  valley  of  conflict  I  stay, 
O,  give  me  submission  and  strength  as  my  day; 
In  all  my  afflictions  to  thee  would  I  come, 
Rejoicing  in  hope  of  my  glorious  home. 


301. 


CONFERENCE    MEETINGS. 

lis.  &,  8s. 


1  Lord,  give   me  a  place    with  the    humblest  of 

For  low  at  thy  feet  I  would  lie  ;  [saints, 

I  know  that  thou  nearest  my  humble  complaints, 
Thou  nearest  the  young  ravens  cry. 

2  Give   strength  to   the  souls  that  now  wait  upon 

O,  come  in  thy  chariot  of  love  ;  [thee, 

From  earth's  vain  enchantments,  O,  help  us  to 

And  to  set  our  affections  above.  [fiee, 


302.  l.  m. 

1  How  blest  the  sacred  tie  that  binds 
In  union  sweet  according  minds  ! 

How  swift  the  heavenly  course  they  run, 
Whose  hearts,  whose  faith,  whose  hopes  are  one. 

2  Their  streaming  eyes  together  flow, 
For  human  guilt  and  mortal  woe  ; 
Their  ardent  prayers  together  rise, 
Like  mingling  flames  in  sacrifice. 


303. 


lis.  &  8s.  A.  Ballou. 


For  an  Inductive  Communion  Meeting. 

Ho,  all  ye  that  bloom  in  the  morning  of  life, 

(live  ear  to  the  angels  of  Truth, 
That  call  you  away  from  illusion  and  strife, 

To  share  their  celestial  pursuits. 

They  hail  you  as  spirits  created  to  live 
Through  ages  unnumbered  to  come, 

A\m\  early  the  counsels  of  wisdom   would    give, 
To  guide  their  young  proteges  home. 


CONFERENCE  MEETINGS. 

Z  Then  welcome  their  proffers  and  meekly  consent 
To  walk  in  the  path  of  the  blest, 
Which  brighter  and  brighter  will   shine  to  the 
The  day  of  perfection  and  rest.  [end, 

4  O  yes,  we  will  go,  loving  angels,  with  you, 
Though  frailty  and  sin  indispose, 
Tho'  narrow  the  way,  and  its  pilgrims  be  few, 
And  strait  be  the  gate  ve  disclose. 


304 


7s.  &  6s.  A.  Ballot. 

For  a  Quarterly  Communion  Meeting. 
1    All  hail  !  ye  friends  assembled, 

The  faithful  gathered  here, 
Whose  hearts  have  often  trembled 

Through  loneliness  and  fear  ; 
Lift  up  your  heads  rejoicing, 

Redemption  draweth  nigh  ; 
The  God  of  Truth  is  causing 

The  dismal  shades  to  fly. 
'2   Upon  the  strong  foundation, 

Which  God  himself  hath  laid, 
The  Rock  of  our  salvation, 

Mount  Sion's  summit  grade: 
We'll  build  the  Christian  temple 

Of  living  polished  stones, 
With  love  and  truth  cemented, 

Up  to  its  turret  domes. 
3  And  when  its  cap-stone  resteth 

Upon  the  top-most  height, 
And  all  the  earth  confesseth 

The  majesty  of  Right, 
Creation's  glad  hosanna, 

Shall  burst  the  vaulted  skies, 
And  God's  unsullied  Banner 

The  universe  surprise. 


XVIII.    DISMISSIONS  AND  FAREWELLS. 


305. 


8s.  &,  7s. 


Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing, 

Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace  ; 
Let  us  each  thy  love  possessing, 

Triumph  in  redeeming  grace  : 
O,  refresh  us,  O,  refresh  us, 

Travelling  through  this  wilderness. 
So,  whene'er  the  signal's  given, 

Us  from  earth  to  call  away, 
Borne  on  angels'  wings  to  heaven, 

Glad  the  summons  to  obey, 
May  we  ever,  may  we  ever 

Reign  with  Christ  in  endless  day. 


306, 


L.  M.  Hebi 


1  Lord,  now  we  part  in  thy  blest  name, 
In  which  we  here  together  came  : 
Grant  us  our  few  remaining  days, 

To  work  thy  will  and  spread  thy  praise. 

2  Teach  us  in  life  and  death  to  bless 

The  Lord,  our  strength  and  righteousness  ; 
And  bring  us  all  to  meet  above, — 
Where  we  may  better  sing  thy  love. 


307. 


M.  Newton. 


1   For  a  season  called  to  part, 

Let  us  now  ourselves  commend, 
To  the  gracious  eye  and  heart 
Of  our  ever-present  Friend. 


DISMISSIONS     AND    FAREWELLS. 

Father,  hear  our  humble  prayer  : 
Tender  Shepherd  of  thy  sheep, 

Let  thy  mercy  and  thy  care 
A1J  our  souls  in  safety  keep. 


308. 


L.  M. 


Once  more,  O  Lord,  let  grateful  praise 
In  songs  of  joy  to  thee  ascend  ; 

Thou  art  the  Guardian  of  our  days, 

Our  first,  and  best,  and  changeless  Friend. 

Hear,  then,  our  parting  hymn  of  praise, 
And  bind  our  hearts  in  love  divine; 

O,  may  we  walk  in  wisdom's  ways, 
And  ever  feel  that  we  are  thine. 


309. 


C.  M. 


Hail,  sweetest,  dearest  tie  that  binds 

Our  glowing  hearts  in  one  ; 
Hail,  sacred  hope,  that  tunes  our  minds, 

To  sing  what  God  hath  done  : 
It  is  the  hope,  the  blissful  hope, 

Which  gospel  grace  hath  given, — 
The  hope  when  da)s  and  years  are  past, 

We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven. 


310. 


S.  M. 


1  Dear  Lord  !  since  we  must  part, 
A  parting  blessing  give  ; 
With  thy  pure  love  fill  every  heart, 
That  we  in  love  may  live. 


o 


DISMISSIONS     AED    FAREWELLS. 

All  glory  to  the  Lamb, 

May  we  forever  sing, 
And  bid  farewell,  while  we  proclaim, 

Hosannas  to  our  King. 


311.  8s.  &7s. 

1  May  the  grace  of  Christ  o'erflowing, 

And  the  Father's  boundless  love, 
And  the  Spirit,  life  bestowing, 
Rest  upon  us  from  above. 

2  Thus  may  we  abide  united, 

With  each  other  and  the  Lord, 
And  possess  in  him  delighted, 
Joys  which  earth  cannot  afford. 


8s    &    7s. 


312. 

1    Peace  be  to  this  congregation, 

Peace  to  every  soul  therein  ; 
Peace,  the  earnest  of  salvation  ; 

Peace,  the  fruit  of  pardoned  sin  : 
Peace,  that  speaks  its  heavenly  Giver; 

Peace,  to  sordid  minds  unknown  : 
Peace  Divine,  that  lasts  forever, 

Here,  erect  thy  glorious  throne. 

2  Prince  of  Peace,  in  love  be  near  us, 

Fix  in  all  our  hearts  thy  home; 
With  thy  blessed  presence  cheer  us, — 

Let  thy  sacred  kingdom  come  : 
Raise  to  heaven  our  expectation  ; 

Give  our  favored  souls  to  prove 
Glorious  and  complete  salvation, 

In  the  realms  of  bliss  above. 


313. 


DISMISSIONS     AND    FAREWELLS. 


L.     M. 


1   Pilgrims,  with  pleasure  let  us  part, 
Since  we  are  of  one  mind  and  heart 
No  length  of. days,  nor  distant  place, 
Can  ever  break  these  bonds  of  grace 

'2  Parting  with  joy  we'll  join  and  sing 
The  wonders  of  our  Lord  and  Kinsr 
Our  mortal  bodies  may  remove, 
But  nothing  shall  divide  our  love 


=  -■ 


314 


8s.  &,  7s.  A.  Ballot. 


Lord,  behold  us  now  retiring 

From  our  feast  of  knowledge  here, 

Still  with  grateful  hearts  aspiring 
To  be  guided  by  thy  fear. 

O  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing, 
And  protect  us  through  the  week; 

Help  us,  each  thy  love  expressing, 
Heavenly  truth  and  bliss  to  seek. 


315.  L.  M.  A.  Ballou 

For  the  close  of  a   General  Meeting. 
1   Farewell,  dear  friends,  we  soon  must  part  ; 
This  precious  interview  must  close, 
Whose  sweet  communion  round  the  heart 
Its  bond  of  soft  enchantment  throws. 
Chorus — God  speed  the  blissful  time, 
The  great  prophetic  day, 
When  violence  and  crime, 

And  woe  shall  pass  away  : 
Farewell,  beloved  friends,  farewell. 


DISMISSIONS    AND    FAREWELLS. 

2  Farewell,  dear  friends,  with  truth  impressed, 

Inquirers  for  the  better  way  ; 
With  heavenly  light  may  you  be  blest, 
Till  darkness  turn  to  cloudless  day. 

Chorus — God  speed,  &c. 

3  Farewell,  loved  friends,  that  doubting  hear, 

Our  words  of  everlasting  life; 
God's  holy  kingdom  thus  brought  near, 
Holds  out  the  olive  to  your  strife. 

Chorus — God  speed,  &,c. 

4  Farewell,  dear  friends,  of  every  class, 

Ye  who  depart,  and  who  remain ; 
Blest  be  the  pilgrimage  ye  pass, 
And  sure  the  Paradise  ye  gain. 
Chorus — God  speed  the  blissful  time, 
The  great  prophetic  day, 
When  violence  and  crime, 

And  woe  shall  pass  away  : 
Farewell,  beloved  friends,  farewell. 


316. 


lis.  M. 


1  Farewell,  my  dear  brethren,  the  time  is  at  hand, 
When  we  must  be  parted  from  this  social  band, 
Our  several  engagements  now  call  us  away, 
The  parting  is  needful,  and  we  must  obey. 

k2  Farewell,  my  dear  brethren,  farewell  for  a  while, 
We'll  soon  meet  again,  if  kind  Providence  smile  ; 
But  while  we  are  parted,  and  scattered  abroad, 
We'll  pray  for  each  other,  communing  with  God. 


